Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

He chuckled darkly at her first sentence. “Perhaps we have some things in common.” He says, referencing his allies. The onyx, coy wolf coming to mind. 

The sadness that hits her eyes make his own emotions stir. Something he doesn’t like to happen so often. He tries to keep his own face pleasantly blank, but certainly is failing. The only thing betraying his emotionless facade are his honey-gold hues. The flicker of something inside them is different. He feeling shit he doesn’t usually like to feel.

He nods to her, eyes flicking away when the feelings inside him begin to show a bit more. He’s becoming transparent. He doesn’t like it. The simple pleasures of the body and mind is all he chases. He cannot risk getting into another Sasha situation. Eventually he’s able to meet her gaze again. The lack of eye contact so out of character for him that he’s almost positive she’s seeing right through his tough act he’s playing up. 

“I understand. I do have the ability to might good decisions — to make the right one. My right is different from your right it seems. My morals are all kinds of off balance.”

Yellow orbs drift away once more and he’s conflicting with himself. She cares about him. That’s wild. I don’t want another Sasha. One side of him combats. Not everyone is that like two timing bitch though. The other side fights back. Now he doesn’t want to say her words hurt him because they don’t, but he understands where she’s coming from. He too must pick his pack over any personal matter. The life of the many comes before the life of one, after all.

He’s able to look her in the eyes once more. “I too would have to choose my pack if something were to happen. Just know I would not willing and intentionally hurt you, no matter what happens.”