You didn't have to hit me, Oliver mumbled as he absently rubbed his head.
"You should be happy I didn't take some rolled-up newsprint to you, you ungratefull
little mutt," Major mumbled to himself as he turned away from Oliver. "I
come here for a love story, and all I get is a sulking' Lycan who will not listen to
what I tell him. He's even afraid to go for a simple run at Arthur's Seat, as I
have instructed."
"I'm not afraid," Oliver tried to explain.
"Aye, Oliver," the old man said. "You are afraid. Afraid of what you'll find when
you allow yourself to be all that you can be." He turned back around, the
sadness in his eyes instantly making Oliver regret his belligerence. "I can tell you
right now that a Lycan can not love another until he learns to love himself,
Oliver."
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