<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">damn it fine </span></span></span>I cursed out sitting in her arms not happy about it though. I mean I was a full hundred and fourty years older than her…. but I guess this was just the way I was going to be now. I sighed and put my head on her shoulder licking her neck as I did. I tried not to show her how much pain I was in. I didn’t want the needle. I wined a little  as she carried me. It didn’t feel right to me I just didn’t want to be babied,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">I’m glad to be part of a pack again it makes me feel safe </span></span></span>I tired not to move to much I didn’t want to be carried but I’d make it as easy as possible. Otherwise it would take even longer for her to carry me to her car