Solance stood there, he could she her shaking, he could smell the salt of her tears. But he was still a mess inside, a part of him and his wolf just wanted to apologies, to apeach his mate as fast as possible. But that small part of him, the part that felt violated, didn’t want to apologies for what was done to him.
“Is this how you felt? Back then, with that doctor?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. If not for his heightened hearing, he would have had to aske her to repeat herself. But haven heard her, he thought back, he recalled feeling possessive and angry, possessive about her and angry towards the doctor. Again he was angry at someone else not her, so why was she angry at him?
“I’m not sure, what are you feeling actually?” he asked looking to the side, she had unpacke
