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We push, we pull, never wanting to give up and why would we after all when life is a constant battle.
-MC
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Kiara gets out of the cold water and he follows shortly after; both of them shivering and completely silent.

As soon as the wind hits her smooth skin goosebumps rise all over her form and she
shivers again because of the cold. Her teeth clatter together and it catches his attention.
Now he feels kind of bad for pulling that stunt in the first place.

"Come on lets go home."

"This place is absolutely not my home" she states calmly and just walks away.
He walks behind her catching up to her shortly after, choosing to ignore her comment.

They walk back together, him having to guide her from time to time because she doesn't have a clue where she's going.

"Are you still cold?"

"What gave it away? Was it my hands being wrapped around myself or the constant shivering?"
She stops for a moment to stare at him, arching her eyebrow in a silent question which he answers.

"No I'm not cold", she continues to stare so he elaborates.
"My wolf, Greyson, he keeps me warm"

"Oh, must be another thing, like your freaky red eyes and oh, the fact that you changed without a full moon." Her sarcasm is not lost on him.

"Yes"

"Yes? That's all you have to say? That's not normal. What you did is not normal at all.
What are you?"

"I'm a werewolf." He states simply but that's not the answer she was looking for.

"No, I'm a werewolf, I have normal color eyes, i have to wait a while for Isabel to warm me up in the slightest bit and I most certainly don't change without a full moon. So again I ask, what are you?"

Marquése completely ignores her questions not wanting to tell her all the things that were not right about him. Instead he opps to teasing her, "So Isabel is it? That's a cute name."

"Why thank you."

"Don't thank him" Kiara scolds her wolf in her head when she heard her trying to respond to him.

He laughs at this.
"I still don't know your name though."

"And you don't have to."

"I told you mine, the least you can do is tell me yours."

"When you stop feeling the need to tie me up and try to kill me then I'll think about telling you."

His eyes flash red at her statement but he brings in the reigns from his wolf. They don't like when she's disobedient, especially Greyson.
"If you didn't realize it, the only time that I've ever tried to hurt you was when you were disobeying me, my wolf doesn't like it, neither do I."

"Well tell your wolf I said too bad-" he grabs her hands as gently as he could and holds her into place.

"Let's not wake the beast if we don't have to ok?" She scoffs at this, he's always trying to play off his anger into a joke.
"And as for this morning I- I didn't mean to, well I did but I was angry."

"What was that even about, I wasn't-"

"I-I'm sorry ok?" He says it like he's asking a question, cutting her off because he didn't  want to talk about the events that led him to choke her this morning.
It's the first she has ever heard anything of the sort from him though, which shocks her.

"That was the most painful apology I've ever heard, if I do say so my self."

"Well I don't care and it's all your getting."

"Fine. At least tell me why you tried to drown me."

"I was playing."

"Yeah right."

They finally reach back to the house and she stops, pausing to look at the outside.

"You need to do something about this."

"Just go inside."
She irritated him beyond words.

Night falls and the house is as quiet as a mouse. The night air seeps in through the worn wood of the old house and Kiara is sitting down in a corner, shivering slightly.

Marquése takes note of this and for some reason grief overcomes him. He gets up and starts to rummage through his limited supply of clothing.
Shortly after he pulls out a shirt that is suitable enough for her to wear. He hesitantly walks up to where she is seated, presenting it to her.

"Here put this on." She just sits and stares at him then at the piece of clothing. He continues,
"It's clean, and long. It'll keep you warm."

"No thank you."

Marquése looks at her with pure disbelief, "Are you kidding me? Surely stubbornness has its limits, and freezing to death must be that limit. I mean it's not like it's not clean and even if I wore it before I'm pretty sure it's better than the cold, possibly still wet clothes that you're wearing right now."

"I'm fine. I rather be cold." She glares at him.
He only sighs in frustration.

"For Goddess sake just take the shirt. We don't want you to freeze to death now do we?"

"Don't we?" She throws back at him sassily and he clenches his jaw.
"For some reason I think that your life would be just a little better if I was dead right now so pardon me if I don't want to be pity-coddled by you."

She practically spits the words a him and it was like the last straw for him. She had seen it in his eyes but some how he swallowed his fury, only expressing it by throwing the shirt in her lap.

He steps out the house and she stares at his retreating form then the shirt. The cold seemed to attack her body in that moment even more because she couldn't take it any longer and caved in, deciding to put it on.

"Greyson."

"Yes."

"We need a plan. I don't know if I can not do anything anymore."

"I honestly have no solution to this. I don't think we can, you know."

"Yeah I know."

He steps back in a minute later and she now realizes that he had gathered some wood from a pile outside.
He bends down in front of the small fire place to busy himself with starting a fire.

"Turn around"

He scoffs at her small voice beside him and decides to do her one better. He leaves the house again to gather a little more wood; not that he needed it.
He also retrieve a stash of meat that he hid for later cooking.

When he entered, she was also wrapped up in a little blanket he had laying around, presumably with the shirt that he gave her underneath.

And the ice queen melts

He continues after making the fire, putting on a pot to boil with the meat. He added other types of food into the small pot after and allowed it all to cook.

In no time a mouthwatering aroma fills the room and Marquése gets up when it's finished to start pouring.
He absentmindedly hands over some to Kiara for her to eat but becomes aware when he doesn't feel the bowl leave his hand.

He turns to look over his shoulder to see her still in the corner by herself, not looking in the direction of the food at all.

He sighs again, "Are you going to eat?" He was already digging up a smart remark to her rejection when she completely surprised him by accepting the food.

"Hmm, I thought I was going to have to give you the 'I could be starving you' speech."

"I guess she's changing." Greyson hums in his head and he agrees.

Marquése watches as she dips her finger into the soup and timidly places it into her mouth tasting the liquid.

Her stomach grumbles

"Haha, well that never gets old."

"Shush"

"Did you just 'shush' me?"

She ignores him and quickly takes a sip from the bowl, swallowing down the heavenly liquid with an audibly sigh in delight.

"Wow, it's that good huh." He asks but she doesn't answer.

Marquése talks a sip of his own soup and it is in fact, really good. He has never liked the taste of raw meat in human form only his wolf can stomach it and even then he's always liked to cook first then eat.

He didn't want to like it that way because of what it entails pertaining to one of his many abnormalities.

They both continue eating in an almost comfortable silence, before both burping simultaneously.

Marquése bursts out laughing, harder than he has done in a very long time until he looks at her and his laughter slowly dies down.  "What is it now?"

"My apologies, it slipped out, and that's not an excuse but then you did it too at the same time and I-"

"Why are you apologizing to me? For that of all things?" He asked incredulously

"Because, that wasn't a very lady like thing to do."

"You cursed me out more than once and kneed me in the jewels. I'm pretty sure burping is the least of your escapades in being unladylike but whatever you say princess."

"Kiara"

"What?"

"My name is Princess Kiara."