He found her curled up on the sofa with a bottle of jack and the fire blazing in the hearth.
“I think I may become an alcoholic” she said, she hadn’t even turned to talk to him, and he was quiet. That was the new shifter hearing for you. She was holding the skin of her side together with her hand. There were tears in her eyes and her bottom lip wobbled.
“Oh, God. Shanna I’m so sorry” he dropped to the floor in front of her and eased her hand from the wound in her side. It was already half healed. It seemed that big cats that didn’t exist anymore, healed faster than wolves that didn’t exist anymore.
“I don’t like this, I feel like I’ve been r***d. I have been forced into something I didn’t want. He said horrible things about me and my family. Things I don’t understand.” She sniffed an
