A/N// I tried so hard to portray Zayd’s anger here, lol! It hurts my soul so much how Kathrine didn’t die! That witch (as Hina would say) deserves a horrible end.
Quinn looked at her father as he walked into her room, crying. “I’m sorry, Quinn.” He fell to his knees in front of the bed she laid on, and the door closed on its own accord behind him. “This is all my fault, I should’ve known, I should’ve done something. I-I just…I tried so hard not to believe it
“Don’t you want to hear it? Her punishment I mean?” Quinn looked back up at the podium, nodding once with an anxious gulp. “Y-Yes.” “Let’s wait then…” They both stopped by a tree on the meeting grounds, watching as Jeo walked back on forth on the stage, trying to figure out what would be a fittin
Zayd ran all through the night and only stopped when the sun broke past the darkness. He bent low enough for her to climb off his back, and then transformed into his human form. “Since you didn’t sleep at all, get some rest while I hunt something for us to eat.” “I’m not sleepy.” “Your eyes are dr
Quinn had promised to cook the meat, but then remembered there was no wood to catch fire, nor was there a knife to skin the deer. She sighed as she plopped back down against the grass, looking over at Zayd who was still asleep. How nice of him to have hunted food and not carry anything to cook it…
She twisted around with wide eyes. “How did you find me?!” “What? Did you think it’d be hard?” Zayd sighed, tightening his grip around her wrist, “I’d been watching you suffer for hours, forcing yourself to run as though your life depended on it. I considered letting you go, Quinn…I really did. I m
Zayd walked for minutes before Quinn told him that it was okay for him to run, and he’d questioned her condition a hundred times before he changed into his wolf and allowed her on his back. He’d run, but she knew he wasn’t running at full speed. In the morning, he’d hunted meat, and she’d picked up
Zayd took confident strides to his office, his face holding not a single rush of emotions even as he shoved the door open. Earlier, he’d mind linked Frederick and Dantae to meet him here. He had a lot to tell them, and he also had orders to dish out. “What’s up, man?” Dantae started. “We don’t meet
Quinn woke up to a knock on her door, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes and clearing her throat before speaking. “Who’s that?” “It’s me…” Zayd answered. “Me and some other nuisance, but me regardless. Can I come in?” Despite being curious of whom he regarded as a nuisance, Quinn straightened up and