Salana watched the emotions flash across Nathan's face and felt them soothe her. The anger, the despair, the pain, the frustration—if she was a mare [1] and not a werewolf, she would have thought that she was feeding off of his emotions due to the joy it gave her. It was euphoric. What could be better than this? This was what she needed. His pain, his sorrow, his despair. Not the half-assed apology he wanted to give, while knowing he would do it again if he had the chance.
Nathan watched as joy glimmered in her eyes briefly before changing back into those soulless eyes that tore at his soul. He wondered why. Was it because she could tell how frustrated he was? His face darkened. She was deriving joy from his frustration. How petty, he thought. But, wasn't he even worse than she was? How could he be upset about something so simple when he had done so much to her? He felt conflicted.
