waking up a sleeping wolf is a bad idea in itself, add in a state of panic, and the situation was alike poking a wounded predator. but it is his whimpers that cloud an otherwise clear judgement, the fox knowing better than to put herself within arm's reach of danger. her grip on his shoulder is tight, nudging with whispers to wake up. it unsettled her fox, persistent in snapping scott awake, to see her alpha so . . . disoriented. the feeling of skin breaking under his claws does not register fully, the sensation dull in comparison to the fire it had once exploded within her veins. no, this was similar to the prick of a needle, but it still brings fourth instinct, golden eyes bright in the dark room. the fox grabbed enough self control to not yank the limb away, not to appear foe like ( those days were behind them, yu-ri no longer the beast she'd once was: scott mccall was pack, family ) in front of the scared wolf. his subconscious wakes soon after, and though it does not hurt, there is still relief seen on her face when the sharp claws no longer threaten to tear open above the scars. it is not herself that she is immediately concerned about in this situation however, eyes dying down and back to their normal brown as she takes in the shrinking alpha. no, he seemed more like a normal boy now. all worry and fear. sheets fall from her lower half as she comes to kneel on the mattress, never allowing room for doubt to grow in between them. "i'm fine, scott." the fox strongly assured, pulling down the sleeves of her sweater ( his, perhaps ) to cover the marks. they would heal within minutes, not having gone deep enough to take more than that. she moved forward, because even if he was afraid to hurt her further, she was not. the true alpha never made her afraid. "come here. it was just a bad dream."
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