A Sea Of Bloody Hearts

№21|Session #2

-‘๑’-Book 1-‘๑’-

№21|Session #2
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“God… dammit… Jerald!” Raelyn groaned as she, along with Silvia, Wayne, Charles, and Queenie, attempted to drag the wolf out of his room.

“I’m… not… going!” In his wolf form, Jerald growled at them as he stood his ground.

“God dammit, old man! Just go to the damn therapy session,” Evan scolded, as he, Penny, and Ivory pushed him from behind.

“No!” Jerald snarled, sitting down on the ground.

“Jerald, please!” Ivory begged, attempting to push him. “We’re all worried about you… you need your Captain job back.”

“Yeah! You’ll never get it back if you don't complete the sessions,” Penelope reminded him.

He glanced up at Raelyn who held the leash in her hand. 

“Please Jerald… for me?” she said, her tone soft and pleading.

“Dammit, Jerald! Stop being stubborn and go to the sessions,” his wolf said, his annoyed tone echoing through Jerald’s mind. The white fur of the wolf shuddered in excitement at the thought of having a Luna once again. “Look at her… we can’t have our Luna-”

“She isn’t our Luna. Yet…” Jerald locked eyes with her beautiful hazel ones.

“Exactly! We can’t jeopardize our chances with the Luna by being stubborn.” 

Jerald whimpered and walked towards Raelyn to lick her cheek. She giggled, scratching under his collar. He purred, rubbing his muzzle against her cheek. “Can’t you take off this stupid collar?” he asked, earning a laugh from her.

“No. Not until we get to therapy.” Raelyn rose from her crouched position and gently tugged on the bright pink leash. “Come on. Come on, boy.”

Jerald rolled his eyes, humoring the soon-to-be-Luna. She smiled; she liked walking the wolf around the ship as though he were a dog. “Who’s such a good boy?” she cooed, ruffling his hair. “Yes, yes. Such a good boy.”

“I don't know about this, Rae…” he muttered, trying to turn around, but she gripped the leash firmly. “I don't want to go back to that crazy lady.”

“It’s a different person,” Charles assured him, feeding him a treat.

While Jerald wasn’t a dog, wolves did enjoy dog treats from time to time. This one, for example, tasted like bacon.

“Who’d you get?” he asked, munching on another treat.

“You’ll like her,” Wayne replied vaguely as he opened the door to the therapy office to reveal the therapist making out with some man over her desk.

Her green eyes shifted towards the door as they widened in shock. She quickly pushed the man away from her and buttoned up her shirt. “Oh my gods, this is so embarrassing. Great going, Carlotta. Ugh… you’re so gonna lose your license now… Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!”