ERIN.
I was crumbling on the inside, waiting for anything to come. For someone to react. For just...anything. I waited for the snarls and angry growls from everyone. I waited for the stones. For the whispers of me being a cursed two colored wolf. For the name callings. Those were the only images playing in my head. The gripping fear never left. It squeezed itself around me. Clutched my chest tightly in thick wraps.
This was why I shouldn't have taken over. This was why I should have let Nat handle it. What if the Malakarians turn everyone against us?
I tried to reach her, tried to find the connection between us, but there was nothing. It was as though she had left me all alone to face this.
My ears peaked up as I heard a movement, before my eyes caught the gray paws standing before me.
