Dominik
I CAN TELL WILLOW IS OVERWHELMED, TRYING TO TAKE IN THE FLOOD OF words I'm throwing at her.
I tilt her chin towards me, fingers lingering against the soft line of her jaw. I want to see joy in her eyes, relief. Something that reflects the wild hope pounding in my chest. Instead, she only looks… heartbroken.
My wolf whines, wanting to close the distance, to soothe her.
Since I woke, the difference in him has been night and day. Gone is the snarling, restless beast, always ready for a fight. In his place is a creature at ease with itself.
With me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Her tone is gentle, but I can see the hurt in her eyes that I kept this secret from her.
My throat works. I never intended to have this conversation.
I never thought I'd be around to have it.
"It wasn't your burden to bear." "Don't you think I would have liked to know the truth? To understand what was happening to you?"
"Would it have made a difference?"
