[Apple]
I have no idea where I am going. All I know is that I need to get away from this place.
After Sylvester made a fool out of the two of us on stage I am feeling hot and gross, disgusted and dismayed.
Is it a wolf thing that he’s so into public displays of affection, or is it a Sly thing? Am I engaged to some kind of pervert?
"He's just trying to protect you," the voice inside of my head urges. "You should give him a bit of grace. He loves you."
"He barely knows me!" I shout to nobody in particular as my sweaty hands push down the edges of my skirt. Even with some distance between us, the ghost touches of his fingertips on my flesh make me shiver with want and anger simultaneously. "If he knew me, he'd have never done that to me! On stage! In front of the entire pack!”
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