Moon leaned into Logan's hand, unable to keep from reacting like a dog getting a very satisfying scritch. Parts of himself had simply melded with the wolf inside of him and they would be difficult to quell. "He'll really kill me if I don't do good. I'm going to be perfect," he said with firey determination. He wanted to live, had a strong drive for it. It had been what kept him alive through the worst of the fever in the beginning.
"I like you though. No one's ever been this nice to me. Well, that guy who asks a million questions is really nice, but not like how you are nice. I don't want to touch him nearly as much as I want to touch you."
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