When I transformed back out of my wolf form I got dressed in silence.
Ares had been talking to me, but he had chosen to speak so openly because I was not likely to respond to him and I thought it was better to respect that.
I knew what he believed, and how he saw me.
More importantly than that, I knew that it was how he had always seen me.
I wished that he had been able to tell me sooner, but I could see now that it had been far more difficult for him than I had assumed.
Ares had wanted me for a long time, and it should have been obvious, but I had been blinded by the fact I was so intimidated by him… now, I knew what he really believed.
It caught me a little off-guard when I realized I had an awkward lump in my throat, and I fiddled awkwardly with the lace of my dress to avoid loo
