mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, |
There were times when Mason looked back on the days when he hadn't been responsible for each member of the pack and maintaining the group's image and reputation as a whole and found himself missing it. Those times were rare, and never shared with anyone, certainly not anyone in his family; the only person he would ever divulge such sensitive information to was Kiley, and even then he would hesitate. Alphas could not show weakness, and doubt most certainly counted as a personal weakness, at least in Mason's mind, and he was sure his father would agree. No, Mason wouldn't be giving his father any more ammunition to use against him, not if he could help it.
"Well, that's something," Mason said to her, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, trying to ease some of the tension in his shoulders and back at the same time, but without fully rolling the former it was much easier said than done, and he wouldn't be doing something like that until he knew for certain whether or not he had seriously damaged the shoulder that had taken the brunt of the impact when he had caught the concrete slab. "Have we met before?" he asked, looking her in the eye. Part of him was curious whether she would hold his gaze or drop it. If she had any idea who he was she might do the latter. A lot of people who recognised him did. "You look familiar."