-Chris-
“I hate you for doing this to me,” Octavia declared as she unfastened her seatbelt.
I simply smiled as we both exited the car.
“You know we both need this. I do too,” I remarked as we stood in front of a quaint suburban house just outside the city. It was someone Lily knew from the past.
This individual was a human therapist. Although we couldn’t openly discuss our werewolf lives, Lily assured us that this therapist specialized in trauma and related issues. It seemed like our best option at the moment.
While our pack had other members who were therapists, Octavia had made it clear she didn’t want them to see her in such a vulnerable state. I understood her perspective, which is why I had agreed to seek help here as well.
Valerio had approached me a few days ago, informing me
