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I regretfully say that I’m putting Tanner on an indefinite hiatus for now. Lately, I’ve been finding it hard to get into his mind so I don’t think I can handle playing him for quite sometime. But once I get my muse back for him alive and kicking again, I’ll definitely roll him back in. Sorry guys. And I love you all.
From the bottom of my and this fluffball’s heart, thank you.
Sasha had gotten in late last night from her mission and although she wanted to see Tanner, she decided it was rather late and the poor boy needed his rest, so instead she went straight to her room and shower and then pass out herself. Tired, she was always so tired. As soon as her head hit her pillow she was out. It was a much needed rest and she was up bright and early. Time on her hands was not something she had very often. It felt like forever since she and Tanner had been together.
Sure things were a little off and awkward since she got back and since they had fought but she still missed him, she still wanted him. Sasha tied her blond hair up in a pony tail and headed off the school grounds for a walk. She could smell the fresh dewy morning grass and the fresh cool air. It was one of her favorite times to go out walking. It was quiet and serene, it was what she wished her life was like sometimes.
“Dammit!” Tanner didn’t realize that he had fallen asleep on his desk, keyboard marks etched on his cheek. He was about to head to Sasha’s room to catch up, but instead he was actually swamped with reports of past missions since Ari was assigned to another mission and will be gone for a week. For Tanner, that’s actually a bonus. At least they won’t send him out again for Zayne. The facility is starting to be suspicious of the pack second-in-command, that his personal emotions definitely had an impact on his dedication to his job. But what else can he do? The fugitive was his own flesh and blood.
Tanner decided to leave it as it is. Let Zayne run, and just swore and hope that he’s gonna be with the right people. He can easily track the younger wolf if he wanted to, he just didn’t wanna get in his way because even if he doesn’t admit, Zayne had a point.
Ah, he missed his morning jogs. Every morning, a couple of hours prior to assembly, Tanner would take a quick jog in the woods, just to relieve the stress of everything that has been left above his shoulders. He quickly poked his head around Sasha’s quarters, but she was already gone. So he carried on running, feeling the morning fog cool the warmth seeping through his skin. And then he stopped as he saw that blond ponytail bouncing from a distance. He grinned cheekily, and silently sneaked behind the blond prodigy, like he would for an attack—-but a lot more gentle. He hooked her by the arm, pulling her frame down, his leg swiping hers so she’d fall over his arms. “Gotcha.” He leaned over her face, keeping an inch distance with a scrunched nose and a wolfish grin.
Hey, Sash. What’s wrong?