Thunderstorm
She curls into me, crawling deeper into my lap.
“Can we just pretend we’re still mated” she whispers, tugging at my shirt. She seemed so small, like she did after Audrey disappeared. She seemed like a pup, her fingers curling around my shirt. Her body shook lightly, me feeling my shirt becoming wet as tears started to soak the material. "Yeah, um sure" I whispered, taking her scent in. The mating pull was continuously making me want to take her back, love her, mate her once again.
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