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“Me? And that ex-alpha fuckwad? You ain’t serious.”
“Are you… alright? Because I may have missed something but your words are not making much sense to me at this very point. Care to explain or would you just like a cup of tea to calm down?.”
“Just damn dandy. The crazies on this rock want me to go and shack up with the guy whose trying to take my girl from me.”
“Oh, ouch.” Wesley put a hand on his heart, staggering backwards in a mocking manor. “You’re hittin’ me right where it hurts, big shot. Right in the ol'thumper. Man,” He took a deep breath, shaking his head back and forth. “just makes me wanna go and…cry in a corner about it like I hear you do.”
Originally posted by fallontonight
“You just don’t get it, do you?” Alexander asked, his face filled with complete and utter disgust for the clown standing before him. “You don’t get to call a girl your own when you abandon her without a second thought. You don’t get to return from said abandonment and claim that you still maintain some sort of strange, sexist ownership over said girl just because you’ve confused her with your presence, and you definitely don’t get to act like what you did was something that can easily be laughed off or excused. This isn’t an episode of Full House; you can’t have someone else just tie up your sticky, loose ends for you with a neat bow and make everything better with some PG-friendly lesson on morality and integrity every time you fuck up. Sometimes you have to own up for your own misgivings and apologize heartily for what you did, all the while understanding that you might not even deserve someone else’s empathy to begin with. Your inability to do this not only shows how cowardly and self-serving you are as a sentient being, but how worthless you’d be within a functioning wolf pack.”
“Above all else in the wild, we learn how to respect the hierarchy of wolf relationships; they’re as close to kin and familial bonds as one can develop in most cases. Wolves mate for life; they remain loyal to those who they’re left in charge of protecting. They don’t run off and flake out of a commitment at the first sign of something better. I’m telling you this as someone who was an alpha for years, and as someone who has loved and lost: if you had ever–ever–genuinely loved Juliette, you wouldn’t have left her hanging without an explanation. If you had truly imprinted on her–if you truly believed she was your mate–you wouldn’t have abandoned her without a valid explanation for doing so. And you certainly wouldn’t have done it for the sake of joining your own pack and pretending to be a big kid. Let’s be honest here, Davy Crockett; the only person you genuinely love is yourself. You can look out for yourself, whatever–it’s a dog-eat-dog world, maybe in another life, I could’ve even sympathized with some of your selfish tendencies. But I won’t allow you to act like you love Juliette as a wolf would their soulmate. We both know your actions have proven that isn’t true.”
Alexander didn't know a damn thing. Not a damn thing; not how he felt about Juliette, not what they'd shared together, and had no clue about the lengths he'd gone to have a safe place for her to live and be with him. Leaving hadn't been a choice. It'd been necessary. Wesley hadn't gotten to grow up in a pack like Alex had. His pack had been murdered right in front of him, and his brother with them. Leaving Juliette to join Aedan's pack had been the only chance he had to have that, and the only place Juliette would be safe. He wouldn't lose her like he lost his family.
Sadly, Wesley had never, ever had a way with words, instead acting with what the wolf side of him told him to do instead of the human. Rage coursed through his veins, and if it hadn't been for the silver and wolfsbane, he'd have shifted then and there and gone for Alex's throat.
So, instead, Wesley punched him in the nose without even blinking. He threw himself into the blow, delivering enough force to knock the master back. Wesley's knuckles ached, but he ignored it, standing over Alex and seething. His canine were bared, and his eyes had darkened.
"We obviously got some different views of this here situation, bud." He growled. "But you talk way to fuckin' much. You don't know me. You don't know what I've done and what I'll do for that girl. You don't have a clue what I've seen. So get off your high fuckin' horse."
– ♔ “I have to admit that while I do miss my body, and this is certainly odd; magic is incredibly tempting.”
"You’re enjoyin’ this?! I’m a damn lady and I can’t see a dang thing!”
“If they’re going to stick me in a body that’s not my own for whatever goddamn reason, they could at least have the decency to pick an attractive one. If I looked like this regularly, I’d never have gotten customers.”
"If you fuckin' mess up my body, partner, I might have'ta shoot you...and that ain't somethin' I wanna do, but I will. You may not like it, but I do, so treat it like I'm a damn princess."
“Why? You jealous?” The werewolf asked with a lopsided smile. It was the first time in days he’d felt himself, and seeing the little blonde made it that much better. The drugs had worn off, the wounds had mostly healed…it was fantastic. He laughed out loud as she gripped his forearms, feigning defeat and lowering them, only to prop an elbow on her head, propping his chin in his hand like he’d done a thousand times before. “‘Coz if you ain’t, I can take my pants off too. Some mighty fine gals out here who wouldn’t mind…” He teased, waggling his eyebrows.
Originally posted by happinessblogme
It was true that she didn’t like the thought of Wesley attracting any sort of female attention on the island…just as it was difficult for her to remain as mad at him as she would have liked. It was so good to see him like this, well-fed and healthy and finally on the mend, but she still couldn’t help but feel as if she hadn’t learned enough about what it was that had led him to the island in the first place. She knew that he was a wolf, but…that was about it. She let out an affronted little squeak when he so effortlessly used her head as a rest for his elbow and his chin, but the sudden wave of nostalgia that washed over her was nothing that could have frustrated her…not when she had missed him as much as she did. Letting out a little sigh, she gave in and leaned closer, bringing down her arms to wrap them snugly around his middle, resting her cheek against his chest and allowing the heat of his bare skin to soak into her. “Should I be jealous?” she asked softly, without looking up at him. “Should I be worried about you takin’ your pants off for other girls? Or has that already happened, baby?”
Wesley nearly groaned out loud when she called him baby. He didn't know what it was, but God almighty, as soon as her arms wrapped around him, he realized he was a goner. The big bad wolf was still painfully in love with his little red riding hood. As this realization hit him, so did another. Juliette hadn't been with another person, yet he...he hadn't shown her that same curtesy. He hadn't done it out of spite; he'd done it out of instinct. When a she-wolf went into heat, well...the howler inside of him took over. It was like a drug pulled him into the depths of lust and animalistic frenzies. He was a werewolf, a Beta at that, which only meant the pull was stronger. Which only meant it hurt worse every time it wasn't his Juliette moaning his name and writhing beneath him. "You should only be jealous 'coz of how you look when you are." He grinned down at her, but frowned when he found her avoiding his gaze. "Your nose does this little scrunch. Makes your cheeks go all pink and your eyes get that sparkle in 'em." Grabbing her by the chin, he gently forced her to look at him, giving her a side ways smile. "There they are..." He tugged on a blonde curl. "I ain't gonna lie to you, pretty girl. I've had a couple other girls. Some of my kind can't help it."
“At least my girl wants to huckle my berries, don’t see her wantin’ yours.”
Originally posted by scott-eastwood
“Is that so? You’re basing this off of…what? When you fucked a then fourteen year old and then abandoned her? Right. Who wouldn’t want a piece of that. Any southern belle would be lucky to date the dumb ass who got himself enslaved during a rescue mission.”
"Oh, ouch." Wesley put a hand on his heart, staggering backwards in a mocking manor. "You're hittin' me right where it hurts, big shot. Right in the ol'thumper. Man," He took a deep breath, shaking his head back and forth. "just makes me wanna go and...cry in a corner about it like I hear you do."
“Me? And that ex-alpha fuckwad? You ain’t serious.”
Originally posted by scott-eastwood
“Ex-alpha fuckwad? As opposed to what? Huckleberry Finn: Slave Edition?”
"At least my girl wants to huckle my berries, don't see her wantin' yours."
“Cold? C'mon, when do I ever go and get myself cold, squirrel?” He grinned, crossing his arms behind his head.
Originally posted by dailyscotteastwood
“I - Wes!” She felt fourteen all over again - Wesley, shirtless and playful, and herself, indignant and helplessly attracted to him. With a little huffing sound that wasn’t nearly as stern as she wanted it to be, she stepped closer to him and stood on the tips of her toes to reach for his arms, wrapping her tiny hands around his strong muscles in an attempt to tug them down. “What are ya tryin’ to do, hmm? Find yourself a girlfriend by walkin’ around shirtless on the island?”
"Why? You jealous?" The werewolf asked with a lopsided smile. It was the first time in days he'd felt himself, and seeing the little blonde made it that much better. The drugs had worn off, the wounds had mostly healed...it was fantastic. He laughed out loud as she gripped his forearms, feigning defeat and lowering them, only to prop an elbow on her head, propping his chin in his hand like he'd done a thousand times before. "'Coz if you ain't, I can take my pants off too. Some mighty fine gals out here who wouldn't mind..." He teased, waggling his eyebrows.
"Me? And that ex-alpha fuckwad? You ain't serious."
“What d'ya do when you’re caught between a wolf and…another wolf?”
Wesley’s eyes narrowed. To tell the truth, he was slightly shocked. He’d always heard about Ben’d best friend. Juliette had practically been raised by the duo, aside from his parents checking on the siblings as often as possible. Wesley hadn’t ever heard a bad thing about the werewolf standing in front of him; not from Ben, and not from his girl. Obviously, they were wrong. The man in front of him, looking at him like he was worse than gum on the bottom of someone’s boot, wasn’t a kind and caring person as described. “Nah, partner. Let me be the one to get down to it.” His jaw ticked slightly. “Ain’t never done a thing to hurt that girl purposely. Not a damn thing. There’s a lot of shit you ain’t ever gonna understand, mostly ‘coz you ain’t got any right knowin’ any of our business, but if you think for a minute that you’re the one doin’ any kinda kindness, you’re dead wrong. Only person doin’ any kindness is Juliette.” The slave knew he wasn’t ever going to like this guy. “Don’t go worryin’ ‘bout your doorstep or your posh couch. I’ll crash on her floor, that way you ain’t gotta fret ‘bout me peein’ on your furniture.
“
Alexander didn’t know what the fuck Wesley thought he was doing, but if he expected Alex to treat him with joviality and respect, then that asshat had another thing coming. Who was he, coming to Alex and pretending like there wasn’t an ocean that divided them? As if he hadn’t broken Juliette’s heart in half and left without so much as a second glance in her direction? As if they could be anything but enemies of one another with the state he’d left the youngest Valentine in. He saw the guarded way in which Wesley addressed him and felt cold, hard anger coursing through his veins.
“You mean abandoning her without a second look back after she gave everything to you wasn’t hurting her on purpose?” Alex deadpanned, arching his brows and posing a silent challenge. If Wesley wanted a fight, then a fight he would receive. “I understand everything perfectly, trust me. Juliette is my best friend–there’s not a thing in her life that goes on that I don’t know about intimately. And yes, Juliette is doing a kindness here. Much more than you deserve, that’s for damn sure.”
“Let’s get something straight here, pup,” Alex spat, stepping forward and rolling his shoulders back. “You step one foot into Juliette’s room during your stay here and I’ll personally do the honors of castrating you.”
Wesley’s eyes narrowed. Obviously, this guy didn’t understand a damn thing about he and Juliette’s relationship. If anything, he didn’t seem to understand that girl at all. “Abandonin’ her wasn’t a choice. If you knew anythin’ ‘bout how a pack works, you’d know that.” Wesley didn’t know the full story. He’d only heard rumors, but the local pack that lived close to he and Juliette had kicked out a werewolf for buddying up with a human. Wesley had never been apart of that pack. His parents had wanted to ask the alpha permission to join, so that Wesley could grow up among their own kind, but Wesley had been against it. To him, it was a sign of weakness. You didn't ask to join a pack that you had no relationship with. He'd been against it until the day Aedan sent his message, but he’d made it his job to keep up with several he'd befriended in highschool, after he left for Juliette’s sake.
He could only assume that wolf was Alex, and the human was his Juliette. “At least I up and left to keep her safe. What’d you do, Master? You fuckin’ took her to an island where they hate her kind and want nothin’ but for her to get raped sideways? I mighta broken her heart, but at least I didn’t sign her a death sentence.” Wesley almost laughed out loud.
“Whose the better wolf, huh? I know it ain’t me, but it definitely ain’t you either.” He set his jaw, crossing his arms over his broad chest, eyes glazing over the other man’s frame. Alex was a good inch or two taller than him. This time, he did laugh out loud, his head throwing back. “She wants me in her room, I’ll be in her room, partner. You wanna neuter me? Go for it. Then I’ll be just like you.”
Wesley felt guilt like a knife through his chest. With each word she spoke, it was like someone was seizing it by the handle and twisting it with the most agonizing pace. His pretty girl…his Juliette. She was still as much his as she had been the day he left her. And Wesley…here we was, and the guilt morphing into shame.
Wesley wouldn’t dare deny it. Other women had found their way between his bed sheets, each with blonde curls and blue eyes that were dull in comparison to her golden ringlets and crystal eyes. Each had resembled her so closely it had been almost painful, and each had never, ever satisfied his love or his desire like Juliette had. Not one of them could fill the gaping hole in his chest; the hole he’d put there himself the night Aedan called.
How could she not have moved on from him? After all he’d done? The way he’d left her…he’d tried to make it to where she could move on. Wesley had never made his intention of returning to her known; Wesley wasn’t worth waiting for. She might have been his mate -his other half, the one that had been created to better him- but that didn’t mean she deserved four years without anybody to hold her like he once had. Yet, little did Wesley know, this Alexander figure had done just that in ways Juliette had yet to pick up on. Wesley was clueless about this Alexander figure, knowing little from her brother, but he already had a hunch, and it made him grit his teeth. If he wasn’t with her…then he wanted to be.
As soon as they stepped into the house, Wesley knew it. Not only was his scent like a stain on everything, but it was on her. It was faint, so much so that Wesley had payed no mind, as he expected the drugs in his system were playing tricks on his mind, but he knew the scent. It was an unmated wolf; one that was close to his age, and one that he had every intention of making clear to that Juliette was his.
This best friend wouldn’t so much as brush against her again if he could help it.
“Juliette.” Wesley looked up at her as she returned, shifting himself on the couch. He strained to sit up, letting out a tight gasp through his teeth, doing what he could to hide it. “Juliette, you gotta listen to me…” Wesley rarely used her name. It only passed his lips when he was trying to be serious, or when he’d once had his lips to her neck, his arms wrapped around her as he rocked against her in a haze of bliss. “I-” The werewolf swallowed hard, his gaze wavering. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I up and left you like I didn’t give a damn ‘bout you. You didn’t deserve somethin’ like that, pretty girl, and I just want you t'know it didn’t have anythin’ to do with you.”
But, those words never left his mouth. They stayed within the confines of his mind, lodged in his throat like a too-dry biscuit. Wesley couldn’t seem to force them out, and he cursed himself. His girl deserved an apology, and yet…the shame and the guilt seemed to want to punish him even longer. He couldn’t get any words on the topic out at all.
Instead, he cracked a smile. “Don’t go killin’ me, okay? I know you got skills, but I ain’t got a thing for needles.” He mentally punched himself. He’d never been good about expressing his feelings to her, let alone apologizing. He was the jokester; he found the humor in everything, and at times like this, he couldn’t stand it. Now he’d seen like the cruel boy who brushed over someone’s confessions.
Wesley leaned forward, reaching behind him to grab the collar of his shirt and tug the fabric over his head. He cringed, sucking in a breath as dried blood caused it to pull harshly at his raw skin. “Hell,” he cursed, dropping the tattered clothing next to him on the seat beside him. “Who knew undressin’ for you would be so damn painful,” He teased, the dimpled smile giving no shield to the pain in his eyes. The thought of the bed of his truck played at the edge of his thoughts. Just the anticipation of her hands on his skin again made him flush, and he cleared his throat quite loudly, giving a small shake of his head as if it would expel his thoughts.
Never before had Wesley Creek wanted to kiss this girl so badly.
There was so much remaining between them that continued to go unsaid, so many unanswered questions after more than four years of being kept apart that were tearing Juliette from the inside out, and though she so desperately wanted to demand the numerous explanations from Wesley she had yet to receive, what she wanted even more was to tend to his wounds and ensure that he was as taken care of as could be. Her poor baby…he had gone through so much being locked away in those God awful cells, and just the memory of finding him beaten and shackled all those days ago had Juliette wanting to simultaneously burst into tears and toss her arms around Wesley and never let him go all at the very same time. For now, though, she would just focus on what was more important: healing the plethora of wounds he had been dealt with before they became infected and he was even worse off than he already was. Sitting beside him on the sofa - the one that, unbeknownst to her, carried both her scent as well as another wolf’s - Juliette busied herself with setting out her multitude of supplies, switching into medic mode if only so that she could temporarily push back the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm and consume her. The absolute last thing that she needed right now was for her hands to start shaking, and if she allowed herself to think of Wesley and the night he had left, or the fact that he hadn’t once contacted her…well. It went without saying that fixing him up would no longer be at the forefront of his mind.
He was speaking, though - as she unwound a roll of bandages, he said her name, and Juliette blinked up in surprise at the sound of it. How he managed to make three simple syllables sound so heavy with emotion was beyond her, but hearing him say her name after more than four years apart caused her pulse to race just as fast as it had when she was a thirteen year old girl receiving her very first kiss from the boy she had loved ever since she was even younger than she had been then. She looked up at him and she waited - waited and hoped for an apology, an explanation, anything that would help to soothe the burning pain of her heart being cracked open all over again. She had been halfway to healed before she had found him down in the cells, but now she was right back where she started: hurting and bleeding and aching just as much as she had in the weeks following his sudden abandonment of her. Whatever it was that Wesley was trying to say, however, didn’t seem to be on its way out anytime soon…he seemed pained, and not from his injuries, and instead of the heartfelt speech that Juliette had been hoping to hear, he…he deflected. Just like he had so often done all those years ago, he made a joke instead, and the young nurse-in-training reacted as if she had been slapped in front of it, flinching visibly and refusing to laugh as she might have done when things were simpler…when he wasn’t hiding an entire life from her. She didn’t say anything as he went about undressing, but she hoped that her silence said enough - if he thought that pretending things were okay between them meant that she’d forget all about what he had put her through to begin with, he had another thing coming.
His shirt came off, though, and there was no helping the little gasp of a breath that tumbled past Juliette’s lips at the sight of her now half-naked ex-lover, and though she could try to pass it off as a reaction to his numerous injuries (Lord, there were so many), they both knew it wasn’t just that…Wesley had grown up as well in the time that they had spent apart, and there was no longer any denying the fact that he had thoroughly crossed over the cusp into manhood; he had a beautiful body, tanned and muscular and rugged just like any proper cowboy’s should have been, and though it was much more scarred than it had been when the majority of their time had been spent finding any and all opportunities to sneak off and fool around with one another, he…he was still the most handsome, extraordinarily attractive man that she had ever seen, and a part of herself hated him for that. "Just - lean back and stay still for me, alright?” she said softly, hoping to remain professional so that he wouldn’t be able to tell just how fast her heart was racing, but her cheeks were flushed with rosy heat, and there was no stopping the way her tentative blue gaze slid up and down the length of his torso, tracing over taut and toned skin that had once been so warm and smooth beneath the touch of her hands and the press of her tongue. He was injured, though, covered in a myriad of bruises and nasty welts and jagged looking gashes, and Juliette fought back a pained-sounding wince as she got to work. “For heaven’s sake, Wes, what did they do to ya down there?” she asked quietly, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice, and she shifted closer to him, bending her head so that her strawberry-scented curls tickled the bottom of his chin as she used the dampened washcloth to dab gently at a particularly bad looking cut leading from his collarbone down to his sternum. It was deep and uneven, but already healing, and so she carefully went about cleaning it with both warm water and alcohol before gently plastering on a bandage. The urge to kiss it better, just as she would have done to any one of the scratches and cuts he had suffered in the past from working on the farm, was nearly too strong for her to ignore.
“I got half a mind to go back down to the cells and find whoever did this to ya and make them wish they had never so much as looked at you, ya know that?” she said, more to herself than to him, as she tended to his wounds, so close that she could feel the heat he had always radiated so effortlessly rolling off of him in waves. “Oh, honey…I’m sorry I didn’t find ya sooner. I - I had no clue ya were even down there to begin with, I swear.”
The silent treatment. Always with the silent treatment. Never in his life had he met a girl -woman,now- that could drive him so crazy by being so quiet. He hadn’t heard the sweet melody of her voice in four years, that last thing he wanted was for her to be was quiet. He could remember the first time he’d heard that voice -truly heard her voice- like it was yesterday.
They were still kids. Wes hadn’t yet finished the final sprint of puberty, and Juliette…well, she’d been flat as a board and about as annoying as anyone could get. She’d been awkward, noisy, and he couldn’t get her to leave him alone. At the time, he hadn’t wanted anything to do with her; she and her brother were just some orphans who his parents had invited into their home. Record, he’d gotten used to her after a couple times, but still. They’d been grooming Wes’ horse the day it’d happened.
I ain’t scared of kissin’ nobody, Wesley Creek! She’d insisted, her cheeks puffed out in aggravation as she slid the curry comb across the horse’s coat.
Why ain’t you kissed anyone, then? If you ain’t scared? He’d shot back, a smirk pulling at his lips at the sight of how red her face was getting.
’Coz, She’d bit the inside of her cheek.
’Coz you’re nothin’ but a chicken. He finished for her, letting out a bark of laughter. She looked furious, all of a sudden, throwing her comb down onto the dirt of the barn. Her golden curls seemed to swirl angrily around her heart shaped face.
I ain’t a chicken! She shouted, turning to look at him with eyes that seemed like they wanted to burn a hole through the middle of his forehead.
Prove it.
And then she’d kissed him. And just like that, his world started to revolve around the sound of that voice. Wesley knew she probably didn’t remember that kiss, but he did. They hadn’t kissed again until the summer before she started highschool, and didn’t stop until the day he packed up and left in the middle of the night.
His demeanor seemed to wilt as she didn’t respond to his teasing. He had wanted to say it, but damnit, he was a coward. Wesley leaned back slowly, his eyes staying locked on her face as he swallowed heavily. He’d apologize to her, he swore it, but his mouth never seemed to obey his mind. For now, he’d do what she told him to do, and he’d say what he could manage without breaking down himself.
He had to hold back a small groan as her hair neared his face, the sent curling into his nose like his own personal drug. He had to resist burying his face in it and breathing all of her in. Just the touch of her hands on his skin was enough to send a volley of sparks throughout his body and deep within his veins. "It ain’t your fault, pretty girl. Was only down there a few hours the first time you found me.”
“They don’t like back talk,” He explained, knowing good and well that was his specialty. “The guards like to rough you up if you don’t do what they tell you. One kinda had a thing for whips and some strange lookin’ things.” He cringed at the sting of the rubbing alcohol. “One liked to throw a bucket of wolfsbane at me for no damn reason, knowin’ that burns like a-” He sucked in a breath through his teeth again, not at all noticing that he’d uttered the word wolfsbane; if she didn’t know before, she at least had a clue now.
His gaze hardened as she furiously threatened to go show the guards and slave breakers a piece of her mind. Quick as lightning, Wesley grabbed her wrist, moving his face so that she didn’t have a choice but to look at him.
“You’re not gonna do anythin’ about them. I mean it, Juliette. They ain’t ones for playin’ games, and you’re human. They don’t like humans here. You ain’t gonna put yourself in danger on purpose, you hear?” He demanded, the fear obvious in his eyes despite the seriousness of his features. “Promise me.”
“Can’t even say that was the shortest one. Hm.”
"Sounds like it ain't worth it, then."
“It ain’t hurt less, it feels like nothin!” Wesley wasn’t trying to be so harsh to the girl. Normally, he was the sweet and happy go lucky type but…but this, this lack of will she had…well, it pissed him off. “That ain’t no way to live, darlin’. You call yourself a wolf and you don’t give a shit?” He’d could smell it on her now, and since she was in the same section as he, he could only assume. “What kinda werewolf is fine with bein’ kept in a damn cage?!”
Dove chewed her lip slightly, ducking her head at the berating. It’s nothing new, nothing she hadn’t heard before from others, but it didn’t make the shame any less. She’d fought before, she had. Maybe she shouldn’t have given up as quickly as she had, but she had. And there was very little chance of her turning that around now. “Not a good one, I guess. I was never good at being one, anyway.”
“Don’t-” Wesley took a deep breath, balling his fists tightly at his sides. “Don’t do that, I ain’t meanin’ to yell at you.” He said in an exasperated, frustrated tone. The last think he wanted was to make her feel ever more like shit. He’d just…well, he’d exploded. “Gotta have some kinda fight left in you…you can’t just give up”
“Well I’m at a crossroad that either way should be so interesting.”
“Discovering your sister is a slave, it’s poetic in a way. Now do I play the over protective big brother card or do I simply turn my head in disappointment and disgust.”
"Ouch, that ain't fun. Personally, I'd be goin' with the big brother thing. Guilt is gonna drive you crazy if you go and leave her, partner."
(via mcmurph, fuckyeahdisneysongs)
Wesley turned his head to the sound, his lip curled back in a slight snarl before it slackened. He blinked, letting his eyes focus for a moment. His expression was almost baffled. “Try not t'rile ‘em up?” The woman was in the cell next to instead of across, so they could easily see each other easily through the bars dividing them. “What kinda - what kinda talk is that? You just gonna sit their like you don’t give a shit?”
Originally posted by scott-eastwood
Dove smiled slightly, but it faded in the next moment and she rested her chin on her knees, looking up at him. This was the hardest part. That realization of where he was and what it meant and what his future would be here. Hers went a little easier, because she’d accepted it – after wolfsbane and silver and been exhausted on her. “It hurts less when you don’t give a shit,” she told him.
"It ain't hurt less, it feels like nothin!" Wesley wasn't trying to be so harsh to the girl. Normally, he was the sweet and happy go lucky type but...but this, this lack of will she had...well, it pissed him off. "That ain't no way to live, darlin'. You call yourself a wolf and you don't give a shit?" He'd could smell it on her now, and since she was in the same section as he, he could only assume. "What kinda werewolf is fine with bein' kept in a damn cage?!"
