The dark cream wolf jumped to his paws when he saw tears starting to form in her beautiful blue eyes. Gently he pressed his muzzle to her muzzle and looked into the ocean that was her orbs. ’I wish I could speak so I could tell you what I think of you, of your voice, of your beautiful smile.’ He thought to himself and then gently moved to stand next to her. The one thing his mother taught him was that females should be cherished and looked after. They should be treated like the Moon Goddess herself and be shown just how much they are worth.

Gently his ears went back and he looked at the ground this time, Raz was a broken lad, he couldn’t speak, he could barely take care of himself because of his panic attacks. He didn’t deserve her. The more he thought his tail tucked under him and his body lowered to the ground tremblings against the cold wet ground. His mind started drifting to another memory of his father.

Nails sharp as a human knife raked down his back and blood started to pool from his body. He wanted to cry out in pain, but his father had already raked these same claws down his throat and used his massive jaw to recrush his voice box. ”Don’t even try to struggle mutt, your body is now and forever mine, I am your father and you will submit to me and accept your fate!” His father laughed at him as he continued to tremble and whimper as blood pooled from his back and onto the ground around him.

His mind snapped back to the present and he attempted to stand, but his body was in full panic. He managed a weak whimper from his throat and his eyes rolled back, his body shaking violently, going into a seizure and his body flailing around in a twitching motion. Fear radiating off of him.