Pack

Sesshoumaru wrestled with himself at the sight of the ookami's arm around the miko, torn between nonchalance and possessiveness. By all rights, the only claim he had to the small human was the pup growing in her womb; he hated her, blamed her, wanted nothing to do with her. But the connection between them, that small spark of life brightening within her, called to him, wanted him to soothe her, to wash away all her fears and hold her close. She was the mother of his pup and the woman partly responsible for the death of his first child.

He should have hated her, should have wanted nothing more than to continue with his plans to rip her life apart piece by piece until she was as broken as he was. As he watch the tears fall silently down her cheeks though, heard the fear and confusion, the desperation that tinged her voice, Sesshoumaru found himself unable to feel that hate, that burning desire to destroy her.

By no means did he forgive her, nor was he going to let the matter of Rin drop but the Daiyoukai was content to lay his plans aside, for now. She was, by the very nature of the pup she carried, part of his pack, whether he liked it or not, whether he wanted her, or not.

Sighing, he took a few careful steps into the small apartment and ignored the disgusting scent of blood and evil that pervaded the place. Still partially lost to his more primal self, his eyes were only for her but the fear in her eyes, the slack-faced, pale look of terror she centered on him, stopped him in his tracks. The beast within whimpered, upset that she was scared and for the first time in centuries, Sesshoumaru was uncertain how to proceed.

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