Willow
DOMINIK'S CHEST RISES AND FALLS IN A SLOW, STEADY RHYTHM ON THE infirmary bed. Some of his color has returned, but he's still passed out.
Other than Cornelia and Adelaide, I don't let anyone near him.
I don't know quite what's gotten into me, only that something primal has awakened inside me. Something that won't let me leave his side. I'm surrounded by wolf shifters who literally tower over me, and I'm ready to bite their hand if they so much as come near us. Maybe this is just what love is too. The flip side of it. Not a tender and soft thing, but something fierce and savage. I've always been the person who doubted myself, who apologized for my own existence.
I felt so guilty Dad had to be a single parent that I never dared want for the love I should have been given as a child.
I felt so unworthy of love that I allowed myself to be drained emotionally—and very nearly literally, as it turned out—by a toxic boyfriend.
