Making a deal

I followed him to the same spot just a few nights before where we had met in the moonlight and he had told me he loved me. I knew I wasn’t going to hear it again and I walked slowly to a small private area prepared to hear what I’d been dreading. He looked sick and even though his tan skin couldn’t make it obvious he was pale and I knew he must think all of it was a mistake. It was my fault because I should have never met and agreed to spar with him in the first place and then the sparks happened. It had felt like a dream and now I was preparing to get to the darker part of the dream where it turned into a nightmare. He did not want me because I was nothing more than a cross-breed. He stopped and I took a few more steps. We stood there in silence and nobody wanted to speak. I should be respectful I thought to myself and make this easier for both of us. My wolf paced in my head just as nervous as I was. Finally, I couldn’t keep it any longer.

“Rogan, it’s fine. I understand