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I said pleading him to see I wasn’t the fragile little weak wolf he thought I was. “I don’t think your weak” he said reading my mind and I looked at him shocked. “It still freaks me out when you do that” I told him. “Sorry I try not to but when your upset I can’t help but tune into you” he said apologetically. “So can you actually read all my thoughts?” I asked still trying to understand this bond. “No, not like you think, like I told you last time it’s more just like glimpses of thoughts, some words come through but its mostly the emotion attached to them” he said, and I just nodded.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

“Lord Prime Adi '' replied Wyren. “Let me guess, this is a new transporter? You broke another one? And you couldn’t ask your superiors, then they would know you broke another device?” She asked. “Very true Craya, so please, the lord Prime’s address?” Wyren pleaded. “I just forwarded the details,” she said with what seemed like a sigh. “Thanks…… Oh thank Draxel!” it exclaimed as it placed a box on the floor, typed in some things on the device, making the box disappear.

“ That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that, “ I said sheepishly He flashed his fangs. “ It’s the façade you put up. Everyone puts up one, but you’ve built a wall too tall for anyone to climb over, “ he explains watching my every move. My hands started to shake. He pinned me to the side of the house. “ W-what are you doing? “ I ask He states deeply into my eyes. Making a shiver go through my whole body.

There was no meaningful conversation during the trip back to my apartment "Ariane, may I come into your apartment?" Leon asked

"Do what you need to. Don't let them win. Please don't let them win." Quill stepped toward the tarp cautiously. He picked up a brush, dipping it into one of the cans. The first stroke was hesitant, the bristles dragging across the fabric in uneven lines. He paused before dipping the brush again, this time pressing harder. The next strokes came quicker. Quill switched brushes, grabbing another and covering the tarp in broad streaks as he allowed the anger to pour out.

“I don’t…I don’t know how to explain this feeling…” My head cocked to the side slightly as she touched our ears. I could feel her hand, but it didn’t feel like someone was brushing through our hair. It was more like someone pouring water over our skin. Or maybe some more viscous, like the slime you used to play with as a kid. “Can you shift back? I was worried you might get stuck.” ‘Raine?’ She shrugged. ‘I got us here.’ Grumbling, I shook my head. Kat giggled slightly and took our head in her hands. “What you need to do is think about your human form. Think about how you look when you look in the mirror. Visualize it.”

POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.

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