Marcus
I had always pegged Greg to be a strong arrogant man, in fact to me a few weeks ago he was nothing but an arrogant bastard but yesterday showed me aside of him that I had never seen before. He was scared, vulnerable, spent half of the night crying and dry heaving with me right by his side trying to offer comfort, occasionally rubbing has back. My heart hurt in a way that I never thought possible, my wolf itching to tear into something, there was so much rage coursing through my veins.
Ideally I would go for a run and even hunt just to let out some steam but my mate needed besides being banned from pack lands meant I had nowhere to run. We had spent the night in silence, none of us was in the mood to talk about the things that had happened in the afternoon.
There was a story there
