I sat and watch the only woman I cared for, apart from Darcy, rolling around in pain and I couldn’t do anything about it. Zara had left to do her master’s bidding, it pissed me off that she had to leave Willow, but I suppose she had no choice, it makes me glad I’m not a werewolf always someone above you, unable to control yourself, not having any freedom or you become a rouge, which is basically like becoming homeless never being accepted anywhere. I have seen some make it on their own, building a life and a family but I suppose there will always be a feeling of wanting to belong, or so I have been told.
“Willow please tell me if there is anything I can do, I feel helpless here” I said while squeezing her hand “honestly Jake, I feel fine, the pain is st
