"I want you to tell me about the man who raised the most beautiful and genuine woman, I have ever met",
The pink blush that painted Elena's cheeks was lovely, and her eyes became animated with life once again as she dove into the stories about her grandfather. I sat back and listened, knowing this was cathartic for her. Elena needed to talk, to let these emotions out after the trauma, she endured this past week, and I could give her that.
I let her voice wash over me, steadying the restless pull of the wolf under my skin. Nights were always the hardest my senses ran sharper, instincts tighter but her presence soothed the wildness like nothing else.
Our food came out and we talked as we ate. By the end of the dinner, she was finally laughing again while telling a story about her grandfat
