Paloma was discontent. No surprise there, really, it always seemed to happen when she was feeling good about her life. Something always came along and pulled the rug out from under her feet, punched her in the nose and left her stunned. This time around the punches came from her closest friends and she was clueless how to deal with the blows.
One of them had lied to her.
Was it Witch? Had she lied about being kicked out?
Or.. was it Bucky?
He said she had chosen to leave at the meeting. That she had made the decision to go and take her child away from safety. Paloma growled in confusion, her heart being pulled in two ways. Who was telling the truth? Who did she believe?
What did she do when she found out the truth?
The dusty wolf settled outside of her den, finding the confines of the dirt walls too suffocating in the late afternoon heat despite the hour. Her mind was ready to burst in confusion, and at some point she was going to have to talk to Bucky, but..
She couldn’t stand the thought of it.
Jan 21, 2019 07:08 PM
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