TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE THEMES OF DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE. IT IS NOT MY INTENTION TO CAUSE HARM TO ANYONE'S MENTAL HEALTH. PLEASE USE DISCRETION WHEN READING ON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Lane
I’ve never seen Fey this shaken up. I know she has a fear of wolves, but I’ve never seen her just check out like this. It’s like she’s physically inside my bedroom but mentally she is anywhere else. She won’t talk to me but she’s letting me hold her. That’s what worries me the most. I can pull her into my chest, slide my hands across her bare stomach or arms, to warm her icy skin, and she doesn’t fight me. She’s almost lifeless and it kills me. I miss her. The real her that would start spouting threats if I got a little too close. The her that fights the bond. The Fey that doesn’t ta
