<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">I can do it!!</span></span></span>I tried to argue but she was already at my side. I wined a little in protest<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">I'm the Verecundia your pack I should be serving you....</span></span></span>I had spent more time as a were than a wych... 160 years longer to be exact, so it felt so wrong for her to be helping me to walk like this, even if she was my mate. With each little step pain shot through me like a dagger, my back leg was the worst of it while walking. my chest and front paw hurt but it still wasn't as painful as the back leg. I just gave her puppy eyes trying to get her let me walk on my own.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">I'd done it for nearly a week with my broken leg so why not now?</span></span></span>