All this time, I've never let another man touch me, never looked at a man. The office I work in has both shifters and humans, and it's not like I've not received attention or that I haven't been asked out multiple times. However, one experience was all it took for me to return cold and bitter inside. Maybe it was because I was young and I had trusted Morris. After years of abuse at the hands of my father and my pack, I decided to trust this man before me. I had let him break down my barriers, and in return, all I had received was hurt and humiliation. It was almost as if he waited for me to fall for him before showing his true face.
In my head, he's become the big bad, the great evil, and yet the man I saw before me looked so tired, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He h
