Who Are You?  

I had to suppress a smile when Ma'stbaut removed his helmet, letting me see his face. The expression on it made me wish I had a camera. He looked panicked, his eyes widening as much as they could under his brow. I don't think I had ever seen him express so much emotion.

"I am truly sorry," he grunted before quickly making his way to the bed. He looked around frantically, trying to see if there was a threat or something that he had to protect me from, but when he came up with nothing, he just stared at me.

I patted the bed beside me to get him to come in and cuddle me, but he simply looked at the fur under my palm as if that was the reason why I was cranky.

"She wants you to sit beside her," grunted a new voice, and I stiffened. I reached behind me for the knife I always kept nearby as I started at the outline of the new male in my room.