Megan's POV
She was my Little One, and I hugged her near to me. I took long, deep breaths of her perfume, retaining it in my memory and evoking nostalgia. I can still see myself cuddling up to the crying woman and wiping her tears away. When she needed assistance and called me at night, I recall staying up to ensure she wouldn't suffer any damage.
She was the one who looked after me, and I gave her my protection in exchange. She was too young at the time to shift, but guys still took an interest in her. She had unintentionally strayed beyond the boundaries of her pack and was discovered by one of them. She provided food and drink to the "fighters," as they called us, since she could not shift. When all she was doing was caring for them, the other wolves were very unpleasant to her and wo
