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I awoke, warm sun against my bare back. My mind struggled to piece the world together as I rolled over. I had slept in late and Keera was no longer in bed. From the kitchen of our cottage I could hear her humming. I smiled into the bright sunlight before rising to join her.

As I left the bedroom I turned the corner and saw Keera's swaying tail as she busied herself in the kitchen. As a wolven she always felt the most comfortable in only her fur whenever we were at home. I too had taken to only wearing a simple pair of underwear, or nothing, about the house.

I walked forward and approached Keera from behind, her sensitive ears pivoted to hear my approach as she kept her eyes focused on the fish she was salting on the counter.

I let my fingers sink into her furry back as I gently greeted my partner. I worked to massage the firm muscles hidden under her gray fur. My head leaned in wide as her muzzle swung around and kissed me on the lips, a well practiced greeting.

“Good morning sweetheart, you let me sleep in?" I asked, moving to scratch lower on her back, kissing affectionately into her fluffy shoulder.

“Your shift ended too late last night. You were a rock when you got home. You needed the rest, dear." Keera said, finishing her task and sealing the jar. I let my hands slide over her hips as her tail wagged against my bare legs.

Keera quickly washed her hands in the basin before her full attention leaned back into me.

“We are getting some sprouts already." Keera said looking out the window to the garden. The vegetable garden along with the dozen chickens we kept let me feel the farming lifestyle on our decent sized property. We had a nice blend of nature and civilization that both me and Keera appreciated. I was lucky to have found the cottage just outside of town, my job paid well enough to afford such a luxury.

My lips kissed up her neck as my hands roamed around to her teats and rubbed them amongst the fur. My own erection gently brushed across her long butt fur, giving a curious sensation.

“You always get so amorous in the morning, is it a human thing?" Keera teased and cooed as a gentle paw stroked my cheek.

“How can I resist...“ I said into her neck. letting my hands grip on either side of her hips, now a very familiar hold that made my morning erection twitch in anticipation.

Keera sensing the mood moved us over to the sitting area as I stepped close behind her.

“Sit, you need to relax." Keera said casually.

I obediently sat on the edge of our long cushioned couch, a favorite destination for these impromptu love sessions. My Erection pointed out lewdly from between my splayed legs as I looked up at Keera's nude body.

I sunk down into the cushions as Keera stepped wide around my thighs, her hips angled forwards and met my standing member. She hooked on and slid down with a practiced expertise. We let out a mutual groan as our hips met and genitals slid into place.

Settling in Keera let her body begin to lift and fall, her gentle paws pushed down against my shoulders for balance. My hands found her hips to gently encourage the motion as I let out a contented moan. I loved how casual we had become. Sometimes all it took was a hug to linger, or a mutual glance from across the room and we would sense the building mood and indulge on the spot. Keera's hot embrace clenched around me as I let my head fall back, hips gently rolling upwards as I grooved on her motions. I felt so privileged to look upon these amazing sensations as familiar and comforting.

My hands pet slowly up and down her sides, her fluffy tail flipping excitedly behind her, briefly brushing against my knees as she rode me. We rarely spoke during these encounters, gasps, groans, firm grips and eager hips said everything to one another.

We would even have sex out in the garden if the mood struck at the right time. Thankfully our closest neighbors were a wolven couple. We had walked by their house several times now only to see them laying locked together in the grass, lazily waving back as we passed.

My mind returned to the moment as I felt Keeras warm breath on my chest as she panted harder, hips circling as my member flexed and followed her body.

Leting my hand drift from Keeras hips inward I slid a firm thumb between us. With little effort the flat of my thumb parted her lips and pressed into her strained nub. At my touch Keera went rigid. Her body leaned back as her paws found my knees for balance. I pushed harder, feeling her clitoris squeezing between my thumb and my thrusting member just inside of her passage. Her flesh quivered as she gripped me tighter, with paws and body. She strained back as her hips curled forwards towards my pressure.

I looked right into her beautiful eyes as I gently rubbed her, inside and out. I held a mischievous grin as Keera lost herself in pleasure, heavy eyelids drooping as her jaw hung loose against her chest, panting and gasping. Her tongue hung sloppily from her muzzle as she stared back, begging me not to relent. I gripped harder as I thrust upward to make up for her now inconsistent motions. Her hot ragged breath and twitching body heralded her approach to climax. I let my thumb dig a little deeper as I felt my own approaching orgasm. My other fingers scratched into her soft belly as we bounced and gasped on the furniture.

Keera went over the edge first. Muzzle high she gasped and groaned out like a wild beast. I was rock hard, pushing deep into Keera as my hand gripped into her furry hips and pushed her down against my groin. I felt my pleasure peak and twitch as my legs tensed against the floor. With feet firmly planted I lifted Keera from the couch with me, her body against mine as we rose. I felt most of Keera's weight on my groin as I came hard. Her weight pushed me as deep as possible into her as our bodies joined with one another. I leaned back into the couch and groaned as I watched Keera balance on me, her puffy lips pushed wide against me as her tongue hung lazily out the side of her muzzle. Her eyes still closed as she moaned. My back pushed deep into the couch, feeling her trembling body as I held her up into the morning light. I let my hips roll slowly into her as I finished shooting my load deep into her still quivering passage. Exhausted I slowly let her foot paws touch the ground as my own hips settled back into the cushions.

Keera and I cooled down as our hands gently stroked each other's strained limbs. Keera laughed under her breath as she stayed locked in my lap.

“A little eager this morning? I thought you were tired." Keera taunted before licking me sweetly on the cheek.

“I am tired, now more so..." I joked as Keera smiled back. Relaxing as our bodies settled into one another again. I felt my slick member still locked deep within Keera, refusing to soften yet. My essence tracing deep inside of her.

Our species were incompatible, no matter how passionate or frequent our love making, a child would never come of it. A fact that had unintentionally brought us together, and allowed us to experience the passion we held for one another so quickly and casually. But as our relationship grew, the fact that Keera could never be the mother of my children became an unpleasant reality of the life we had chosen.

“Oh! The mail came in this morning." Keera piped up, leaning and reaching far to the side table as she grabbed a small pile of paper envelopes before sitting back up firmly in my lap.

Handing the letters over between our nude bodies I took them from Keera as she laid forward against my chest, I let my body lean back as we lounged. It seems she was a bit tired herself.

I smiled at the warm, furry blanket that now covered my nude body as I casually flipped through the mail. The seasonal growers almanac, calendar of the city's upcoming events and finally my hands stopped when I saw the seal. I thought I may never see this return letter.

The seal was from my family, my father always took pride to properly write and seal even casual letters. I didn't let the now dozing Keera notice my apprehension as I broke the seal and opened the paper to read, looking past my interspecies lover to do so.

I scanned over the letter, it looked typical at first. Talking about the winter ending, my little brother had just gotten engaged and moved out. And at the end some simple blunt writing that seemed to have been written days later in haste.

'Markus, please come home and see us as soon as possible.' 'Signed Darrel Finch.'

Ever since I moved to the city I always sent my parents seasonal letters. Letting them know of my progress, jobs, friends and other events in my life. The only thing I had chosen to omit so far was Keera. It had been over a month ago now that I had written them on the topic. A letter me and Keera agonized over for a full day.

After a normal letter about the house, plans for the garden I ended with the following.

'Mother and father, There is one more very important event that has been happening, I am going to be married. We met ten months ago , we are in love and she has agreed to be my wife. Her name is Keera, she is a wolven female. I know this may be hard to understand but we are certain of this union.'

I still wasn't fully comfortable with my wording, perhaps there was no good way to break this abnormal news. Regardless it seems to have gotten the message across. Now we needed to decide how to handle this summons.

Almost a week passed as me and Keera debated on what to do. I was unsure if I should even go home at all. I was afraid of the confrontation, there was no way they were calling me back to congratulate us.

Keera was hopeful about it, as usual. She was curious to see a real farm and to take the opportunity to travel. She was sure we could handle it, they were my family. It took time but her usual supportive calming demeanour saw me give in and agree. We would travel together to my parents farm and stay for three days before the carriage could take us back home. I still had my reservations but I knew this trip needed to happen some day.

The door quietly closed behind me as I returned to the cottage, I was tired from a long day on duty. We had to deal with a drunk man vandalizing Catherine's shop today, luckily we were able to resolve things quickly. Me and Keera had grown attached to that shop and its owner, sad to see anything happen to her.

On the way back home I was busy making preparations for the trip. Keera was already in bed as I entered the room and stripped down, letting my uniform hang up and weapons rest on the shelf. An exhausted sigh escaped me.

“Everything ready?" Keera asked, looking up from the sheets of the wide bed.

“Yeah, Jarrak and Yenna will look after the place while we are out." I said as Keera pulled the covers back to allow me entry to her side.

My hand stroked at her as I settled into my usual position to spoon my wolven wife to be. A longer more pleasured sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and settled into the soft mattress and warm fur, pulling the sheets over us.

“We will need to do something nice for them when we get back, they have been great neighbors to us." I said, letting my lips gently rub over the fur on the back of Keera's neck.

I was feeling a little frisky, perhaps it was the overwhelming nerves of what was going to unfold tomorrow creeping into me. I needed to do anything to distract my worry prone mind.

My hand slid under Keera as the soft mattress yielded. Both hands combed Keeras chest as I rubbed through the fur. Keera's body stretched out under my attention as a gentle moan escaped her lips. Her firm paw slid down and grasped at my thigh while her leg and tail obediently lifted up.

Holding onto her torso I let my hips thrust forward. Gently tapping and searching for her heated lips. I loved the challenge of using only my hips to make love to her.

I felt the head of my member gently part her entrance before My hips lifted from the bed and pushed into her heated body. My mouth panted agape as I focused on Keera, feeling her fur against me as her folds slid against my sensitive glans, parting her yielding body with my hard flesh. Keeras paw urged me on as her claw tips gently pushed into my bottom under the bed sheets.

My hands roamed Keeras wolven belly as I rubbed my face through her fur. Breathing hard and sampling her familiar, lovely scent. My eagerness drove me as I thrust firmly and roughly.

Keeras back pushed into my face and chest as she moaned out, my arms gripping her body tight.

My hips became a blur as I gripped harder. Frustration and fear channeled firmly into the rapid pounding of my hips. My teeth grit as I felt her grind back against my fury. Around my hugging arms I felt her lungs breathing hard as I pumped myself into her with a feral rhythm. Me and Keera liked a good hard session now and then, it was good to unchain my passion and just let it loose.

I pumped in and out of Keeras prone form, the sheets tented by her strong leg. We both grunted and desperately grasped at one another, a lewd wet noise ringing out from our impassioned love making.

Keera gasped lightly as her body bounced on the sheets, taking every hit and arching back in pleasure.

My hips did not slow as I gasped, feeling my orgasm rolling in fast. I kept the pace as I focused on her scent, her warmth, her wet, gripping passage. I grit my teeth as I started to throb, still thrusting firmly and grunting against my lover as I came.

"NNNGGHHH"

My hips kept their pace as I gripped Keera's body tight. The unrelenting pounding of my hips shook the bed as I released wildly into my lover. I grunted over and over as I thrust harder still, feeling yet another throb echo through my body. My hips continued to roll on the bed as I ground myself against Keera's fine fur. I continued until my spent member could offer no more. I let a long groan escaped my lips as my body suddenly relaxed, hands going slack as my tired head hit the pillow.

Keera too relaxed and let her leg fall as we cooled from the sudden exertion, her tail lazily twitching across my hip.

“Markus, everything is going to be fine." Keera said, her paw stroking slowly down my side, still firmly pushed up against her own body.

“No matter what happens, I love you." I responded, almost defeated as I felt the day's exertions weigh me down into the mattress.

We spent most of the day traveling. Riding in the back of a rented carriage with 2 small bags of clothing and basic provisions for the trip. I was able to point out landmarks, homes of old friends and growing crops as we traveled. Keera was wide eyed and happy to take in the new land. It was a great boon to watch her enthusiasm, I still felt a tingling dread every road that drew us closer to my family's farm.

Towards the end of the day we arrived. The carriage drew to a stop and I stepped into the road, carrying our luggage as Keera followed behind me.

Keera was dressed in the fine gown we had bought during the city lights festival almost a year ago. The dress still let her beauty shine, and with the beads and jewelry adorning her. She showed a civilized grace that I hoped my parents would respect. I wore a fine cuffed shirt, bought from Catherine's, the same shop Keera had started using for all her fine clothing.

Keera smiled back at me while we traversed the long stone walkway to the farmhouse. We had talked a lot about this meeting. Keera would need to be very careful, she must keep her wolven tendencies in check. Sniffing my parents or being overly physical would only unnerve them. I hated to ask her to do something so unnatural but she understood the reasons and complied.

Putting our luggage down against the stone wall of the house I lifted my hand and perched it against the door. I hesitated a moment then let my knuckles rap against the old wood.

I sat back as we waited. Part of me hoped no answer would come, that we could just pick up and go back to our lives together. But after only a few moments the door unlocked and opened.

In the doorway stood my father, one hand on the doorknob as he looked on and gave a startled flinch as he saw Keera.

“Oh… Hi, Markus... you came..." Said my father bluntly as he stared back at me then firmly back to my wolven companion.

“Yes, I got the letter, we have a few days to stay." Hoping to not have the door slammed in our faces.

“Is this..." My father stared, eyes fixed on Keera who swayed slightly nervous behind me.

“Yes, this is Keera." I said.

“Hello" Keera said simply, following my lead.

Oh… come in." my father said opening the door fully as I picked up the luggage and moved it inside.

My father turned and called out.

“Martha, Markus is here." He shouted to the back of the house.

A moment later my mother came around the corner.

“Well, I was h---" she said before stopping dead in her tracks.

Everyone in the room held still for an agonizingly long moment as my mother looked at me, then Keera then back to me. I needed to do something to break the tension.

“Mom, dad, I would like to introduce you to Keera, the one I told you about in the letter." I chose not to specify our romantic engagement verbally yet.

“Hi! It's good to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Finch." Keera said, extending a paw in a friendly human like gesture, trying to appear recognizable and courteous.

But I am afraid the friendly gesture only served to highlight the physical attributes she held different from us. I know my parents only saw a strange furry paw, with firm pads and blunt claws being held pointed at them.

My father took a step forward and tentatively took her paw and gently shook before quickly letting go and returning to his stance to speak.

“Well… maybe we should sit down. There is a lot we need to catch up on." My father said, gesturing to the dining table.

“Sure." I said leading Keera to the table. I took a look at the high back chairs my family still owned and reached over and grabbed a sturdy stool for Keera, her anatomy made many normal human chairs awkward for her. My parents looked a bit puzzled at the act but said nothing.

As we settled I was suddenly feeling very small. My hands clasped nervously as I sat at the same table from my childhood. Looking over to my parents that sat opposite me and my wife to be. It was like I was back in my youth, waiting to be scolded for some errant behaviour.

My father bravely restarted the conversation. “So Markus, you said you were able to buy some property?" It seemed they were not ready to discuss the heavy topic, I would wait until they brought it up.

“Yes, the cottage has been great, not nearly as much land as here, but we started a vegetable garden, just sprouting before we left."

“The job going well?" My father continued.

“Yes quite well, the pay has been very good." I added with pride, I was thankful to be able to support me and Keera while still having enough to treat us now and then.

Both my parents looked about confused as a low swishing sound filled the room, a sound I was used to but my parents seemed confused to its source.

“Oh, that's Keera's tail, it moves about when she is excited." I said trying to reassure my parents to the normalcy of the abnormal thing they were experiencing.

I dared not mention that her tail also moved like this when she was nervous or agitated, which now was certainly the case as she could not control its motion consciously.

“Oh, we have never had a curr in the house, will you be... comfortable?" Asked my father.

Me and Keera both cringed at the word. Curr was what many humans still called wolven, an old derogatory name that my father uttered completely casually. I don't think he meant to be rude, I too had used that word in my youth, not realizing the implications of it.

“Father, can you please not use that word. She is a wolven." I said, trying to be as calm as possible to not agitate the situation.

“Oh? I thought that… Ok." My father complied, Keera still stood on edge. I could see the hackles raised from her neck, she was uncomfortable, but managing.

My mother let out a purposeful sigh, one of impatience and frustration. Strangely that cut worse than the slur my father had just let slip.

“Markus, we really were not prepared for… this." My father added, starting to break into the pertinent topic on all four of our minds.

“I know this must be a bit of a shock, in many ways, I hope we can take the time to talk about this." I said, staring back at my dumbfounded parents.

My mother broke her silence and looked at me. “How long will you be staying?"

“We will be staying for three days, then the carriage will return for us."

“So… Keera, what are you? I mean… what do you do in the city?" My father asked.

“Well, I used to fish, then trade my goods at the market before I met Markus. I still go the river now and then but I've also taken up weaving, my mother taught me but I never had the time to practice the craft. And other than that I take care of the house and garden." Keera said proudly, letting her shoulders raise to let it show.

“Working the land can be quite satisfying." My father added, trying to find some common ground with this outsider I had brought home.

My mother was fidgeting a bit, before she spoke up again.

“I'll go get some tea going, would you like some?" She looked solely at me before getting up from the table to distract herself.

“Sure" I said simply as she moved to the iron stove.

“Where is your… family from?" My father continued, probing further into Keera's past.

“Redwood. I lived in those woods most of my life until I wandered south to the city. And a few years later I met Markus."

“So… you have… been…uhh.. together? For awhile now..." My father said now trying to be more careful with his words.

I leaned forward to take the tougher question. “Yes, it has been over ten months now, Keera moved in two months ago."

I was lying about the date of our cohabitation. She had firmly moved into my apartment the night of the festival, barely a week after meeting. But me and Keera had discussed needing to handle certain facts with care to avoid unneeded stress. We also wouldn't dare mention how we met, or how often we had sex. Even if Keera was human that behaviour would be enough to shock my parents into disapproval.

The conversation continued, keeping a similar casual but tense tone. The big questions still lay mostly unaddressed. The sky was growing dark as things drew to a close. My mother still clutched onto her empty teacup as me and Keera discussed city life and some of our friends and neighbors. I could see Keera relax a bit, able to just chat about our life.

When the time came my parents prepared to retire to bed.

“We will be up at sunrise, need to tend to the usual." my father said.

“We can both help out in the morning, what could we take?" I asked, still very willing to work and help as I always did growing up.

“Well, you can feed and milk the goats, everything is still in the same place." My father added before starting towards the door.

“Oh, and Markus, you can sleep in your old room, Keera, I'm not sure where we can put you." Said my father.

I piped up in mild protest. “The bed is large enough we can both fit on-"

“No" Replied my father bluntly, scolding me like a child. “We are not comfortable with that."

“Ok... then Keera can take the room and I'll use a bedroll in the main room."

My father paused for a moment to consider. “I don't want to be picking hairs out of the sheets."

“Its ok, ill take the bedroll, Mark." Keera said, conceding to my parents will.

We got up from the table and sorted our luggage for the night before we regrettably separated.

It was uncomfortably strange. Looking up at the ceiling of my old room, Keera not at my side. I had become very used to her warm fluffy body to always be next to me, a reassurance of security and comfort.

I can't believe my parents wouldn't let us in the same room together. Did they actually think we were going to fornicate under their roof? The oppressive air that hung over us was more than enough to kill the mood. But like many things me and Keera had prepared to deal with this. Tomorrow would be a new day, we would have some time away from my parents and hopefully they too could start to work things out.

When morning came I was already awake. I was only able to catch a few hours of sleep during the night, the old bed did not help ease my anxiety. Nevertheless when dawn broke I rose and readied myself, putting on casual clothing for the dirty work that needed to be done on a farm.

When I stepped out to the hall I could see Keera. She sat on the bedroll, changed into her own casual clothing, a loose sleeveless tunic and laced pants going to her knees. Upon seeing me she rushed over. Taking a moment we both checked to ensure my parents door was closed. She sniffed my face and neck before letting a series of anxious licks cross my face, I returned the favor without hesitation. I gently hugged her before stepping back, hearing my parents door open.

I led Keera out to the fields and the small pasture where the goats were kept. The tension from yesterday still followed us out of the house.

Keera cheered up a bit as I taught her the basics of farm life. We spent most all of the morning tending the goats and bailing some hay. Keera panted hard in the sun but looked happy, I was glad we were able to keep busy and just be together for a while before we returned to the house.

I was a little surprised to find my younger brother Jacob back in the house. My mother had apparently summoned him since my arrival. Me and my brother had a decent relationship, we were close when we were little but had drifted apart just before I left for the city.

The five of us sat and had a light supper, conversation kept on the farm and my brothers new fiancee. He was living a few farm houses down the road, having taken over our grandfathers old property since he had passed away. His wife to be was a girl we had known since early school days. In a smaller community like this there wasn't much in the way of surprises for these matters.

After supper I was asked to check the barn and close it up for the day, my brother was quickly assigned to help.

As we walked to the barn my brother made the real purpose of his participation known.

“Mark, I think we need to talk." he said, making sure I noticed him beside me.

“Sure, what about?" I answered calmly.

“You know what… this wolven you brought home."

My tone got serious. “Yes, and what about her?"

“Mom and dad, they are not happy about this, at all." Jacob said, shaking his head slowly.

“That was expected when we came, me and Keera talked long about it."

“Mark what are you doing… this is crazy, wrong." Jacob said, leaning towards me, almost pleading.

My brothers directness stopped us in front of the barn, the menial task we had been assigned fell to the wayside.

“Jakob, explain yourself." I hoped my seniority to him still meant something.

“Mark… it just isn't right. You are… are.. Marrying, That?" I could see the repulsed look on my brothers face as he spoke.

“Yes, I am marrying Her, Keera." I corrected sternly.

“She's not even human, this is disgusting, how can this ever work?" Jacob said.

I remembered back to my early days with Keera, similar fears had plagued me, the possibility that we were doomed and incompatible despite everything I felt. Those fears disappeared as we spent month after month with one another, but to anyone else I could at least understand being so unsure.

"Can you actually have… sex with… th..hat..?" Jacob said with a disgusted look on his face.

“Yes, often." I said, letting just a little bit of pride leak into my blunt response, his opinion of me held no weight.

“Markus, the city has changed you… we are not meant to be with currs, especially… like.. that."

“Jacob, you are also going to be a husband soon, please understand. If you insult Keera one more time I'm going to give you a bloody nose for it." I said, letting Jacob know I wasn't kidding.

Jakob simply sighed, defeated. “Mark...I don't know..." He trailed off as we closed up the barn and walked silently back to the house.

Another troubled night fell after my brother had returned to his own home.

At supper the next day me and Keera calmly discussed our plans for the marriage, while my mother and father sat like rocks, unmoving and cold. I didn't know how best to handle the topic, I suppose there was no right way to do it.

The day before me and Keera were set to go home My parents called us into the main room, a serious look on their faces. I tensed as we sat at the table. Keera having changed into a casual light wrap for the evening after we finished our farming work.

My mother started the conversation off. “Markus, we have been talking this over and need to address this.. marriage."

“Ok, go ahead" I said feeling apprehensive.

My father joined in. “We are a bit worried Markus. We feel you may be jumping into a situation that… is not best for you." He sat forward. Trying to almost plead at us.

“You used to be so enamoured with the Gilbert's girl down the road, what happened Markus?" My mother asked, questioning my new found interests.

“Oh, well, I guess we just drifted apart, she was a nice girl, but..."

“But what about children? Have you courted ladies from the city? Im sure there are many young women looking for a good standing guardsman like yourself." Asked my father.

Keera was getting uncomfortable along with me, we knew where this was going.

“This isn't how it's supposed to be Markus, you have so many options, why do you stoop to this?" Reprimanded my mother.

I felt disgusted and taken aback by the statement. She spoke as if Keera was trash, a creature only a man so desperate would waste their time with. Keera herself was uneasy, almost as if she feared she was not worthy of what we had. I let my hand find Keeras paw. I gently held her to reassure that I was here with her.

“Life is about finding what does work, not chasing what should work." I said bluntly, Our joined hand and paw not unnoticed by my parents. The gesture seemed to unbalance them a little further, but I did it for Keera.

Both my parents looked at us, it must have been clear I was not going to budge on the issue.

“We do not approve, what you are doing is disgusting, Markus... Repulsive." Said my mother head shaking firmly, her words gave a certain bite only your own mother could provide.

“I see, I am sorry you feel like that." Still refusing to move an inch on the issue.

My mother stood up from the chair, letting her body lean forward as she spoke.

“Markus, if you do this, You are never welcome here again, you are not part of this family anymore."

Keera gasped when she heard the words. I was able to remain calm, I suppose I knew my mother well enough that it may come to this.

I continued, standing firm. “There is nothing you can say to stop this… you are going to have to acce-"

“NO MARKUS.“ Barked my mother, her teeth bared. "With everything I taught you, this is what you do with your life?"

My mother's tone cut deep, she was losing her composure and I started to get scared.

I spoke up, trying to calm things. “M-mom, really this is-- "

“Quiet! I've had enough of your insolence. You are a disgrace!" My mother now yelled over the table, finger pointing accusingly at me.

“Martha.. we need to..." Said my father before being overrun by an angry glare and going quiet.

I did not respond, what more could I say to her? My mother's mind was set, a fire that had been glowing within her for the past few days now was burning out of control.

“And YOU! Harlot! What have you done to my son!" Her finger now pointed firmly at Keera.

“Oh, Mrs Finch, I-I didn't m-mean to cause.." Keera strained out, she was visibly upset even to my parents eyes.

“He can dress you in fine clothes, but that doesn't hide what you are, CURR. " My mother spat across the table.

Keera stuttered trying to speak, paw to her shocked mouth. She was not sure what to do. I too fumbled to bring voice to the swelling anger taking hold of me as we sat rigid in front of my mother's anger.

“CURR SLUT, You know It's true! STAINED WHORE." My mother's precision strike hit home. Keera whined painfully as her ears flattened, body tensing. Feeling the hatred spew forth directly at her. She was stunned, leaning back trying to distance herself from this incredible stress.

I raised myself up and let my fist slam down into the table.

“YOU DESPICABLE COWARD, leave her out of this." I yelled back, my own body standing to meet my mother's loathsome visage.

“HOW MANY MEN HAVE SOILED THEMSELVES IN YOUR FERAL CUNT?!" My mother snapped at Keera. She held a cruelty that delighted in the plaintive cries Keera was making at my side. My mother had dug into old shame and memories Keera had struggled to move past. In this moment I could not hate my mother more.

Keera sat low in the chair, a paw desperately grabbing onto my arm while the other held at her whining mouth as she tried to look away.

“You vile wretch!" I snarled back, letting my rage show brazenly as my fist ground into the table.

“Waste your life mark! Throw everything away and run off with this bitch. You will get nothing from us!" My mother responded in defiance.

My father still sat in his chair, staring helplessly as the situation flew out of control, he said and did nothing.

“Goodbye." Is all I could manage, helping Keera up with me as we prepared to leave. Keera stood with me quickly making for the door as her muzzle pushed against my chest as she struggled to suppress her cries.

“You can come back when you no longer humiliate your family with this animal. You will BEG for forgiveness!" Shouted my mother as I closed the door behind us and stumbled forward.

Out of the house Keera let loose, she gasped in anguish as she clawed at me for balance. Crying as I tried to hold and console her.

Suddenly keera looked outwards and left my grasp, she stumbled a few feet forward then fell to her knees in the grass and retched from the stress. I kneeled besides her and let my hand rub her back in a desperate attempt to comfort her. Coughing and whining Keera stood back up, She was in shock, I had never seen her like this.

“M-Markus… your f-ff-amily… I am.. so sor-, I d-,-cann..." Keera trembled, unable to control her feelings.

“It's ok, it will be ok." Is all I could say as I held her against me in the yard.

Suddenly the door flew open and the bags of our luggage were thrown into the yard. Keera's fine clothes and my good shirt spilling from the bags into the muddy grass. The door shut with a sharp snap as we were left alone again, kicked from my own family's home.

We made for the barn after picking up our bags. We would need to stay the night there. I was thankful the carriage would arrive early in the day tomorrow.

Safe in the barn Keera still whined as I pet her. What my mother had said cut her deeply. It took a awhile until Keera had calmed down enough so we could speak about what had transpired.

“Markus… what will you do? Your family? How… how could they.." Keera whined, I knew family was very important to her and many wolven, the thought of actually being disowned and abandoned by your own parents must be unthinkable to her. Worst of all she had been the catalyst to this whole event.

“Keera, their problems are their own, not yours, and not mine." I said trying to ensure her we can move past this.

“This is my fault, You didn't think this trip was a good idea, I should have listened. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.. I just didn't know.." Keera said starting to lose her composure again. Living by the city she had never experienced hatred and prejudice like this before, it was a harsh lesson to learn for her.

“Keera, listen to me, this is not your fault. This was going to happen one day or another, they made their decision long before we even stepped in the door." I had come to realize the only reason my parents had humored us for the first days was a vain hope to convince me of my folly. They even recruited my brother to let me know I was in the wrong. But when It became clear they could not change me, my mother's hatred boiled to the surface and swept everything away.

I gently stroked Keera's head and flattened ears as we sat in the barn, her own paw gripping my hand. We sat and tried to take comfort in one another, trying to last the night still so close to my family.

I struggled with the hatred of my own mother. I knew she could be rude at times, but I never knew she was capable of this. The very woman that had comforted me as a child now made my teeth clench in rage.

She had hurt the one that mattered most in my life. And she had done it with sadistic cruelty, delighting as she brought pain to my beautiful wife to be. It was clear, I could never forgive her. Once she crossed that line there was no going back to the way things were.

We caught small handfuls of sleep as we uneasily stayed in the barn.

As morning came we paced and waited for the carriage. Looking out the door I spotted my father leave the house and head towards us in the barn. I stepped out and met him as Keera stayed inside. I stood defiantly to defend the last sanctuary she might hold here.

“The carriage is coming soon, we will be happy to leave all this behind." I said arms folded as I stood in front of my father.

“Markus… we need to talk before you leave." my father pleaded.

“I don't believe there is much more to say." I said, standing strong.

“No, there is." My father said, taking a few steps toward me, his stance was surprisingly passive.

“I am... since yesterday. I am.. sorry things came to this." He said, looking me in the eyes, a serious plight to his words.

My father had stood passive during the incident yesterday. Growing up it seemed to be the usual, he prefered to avoid conflict rather than stand in the way of my mother. I couldn't help but feel angry at him for just standing by. Yet this may be the last time I ever speak to my father, if he had to say something I had to give him a chance.

“Markus… I don't know what you are doing, It makes me feel uncomfortable... But you are my son."

I was still feeling uneasy. Yet I stood and listened, seeing where this was headed.

“Despite my doubts... they are not mine to put onto you. Markus you have done well for yourself in the city, you are your own man."

My father stepped forward. He reached and pulled my hand out, slipping something small into my palm. I knew what it was.

“I know nothing can stop your decision, if this is a mistake, it is yours to make." My father said, keeping our hands touching as the small metal object settled into my palm.

“Dad… are you sure you want to..." I said tentatively, sensing the unusual emotional expression my father was showing me.

“Markus, you can never be sure about these things, you just do what you feel is right. I wish you luck."

My father let his hand drop as my own closed around the simple iron ring. He stepped back and looked as I held the important object and then at Keera peering out of the wooden door of the barn behind me.

“Protect her, honor her, everything I taught you to do." He said turning around, starting to look timid after expressing his feelings openly.

“Thank you.." Is all I could say, watching as my father, hands in pockets walked back to the house.

My father stopped for a moment and turned to speak. “Oh, and please don't stop writing, it means a lot to me…" He gave a shy smile before returning to his journey.

I stood in front of the barn, taking a moment to look down at the ring in my palm. It was one of my families wedding bond rings, the other already held by my brother. Keera stepped from the barn and put a paw on my shoulder as she looked down at the ring in my hand. A hopeful mood filling us after the despair we had just endured.

I was never one for tradition. Regardless of what happened on this visit I knew I would marry Keera. I did not need a trinket. But to hold the ring in my hand, and in turn some form of empathy from my father, it meant a lot, for both of us in this moment and beyond.

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Author's Note: Drama! This confrontation was inevitable for Markus once he and Keera became a couple. Some of this was kinda hard to write... It can be hard to smash your beloved characters around, but in the end everything can work out, and they can be stronger for it all!