I sat at the large wooden table in the dining room of the pack house. I paused as I cast my eyes downwards. Every part of me wanted to say yes! But I was scared. I was scared that he might change his mind, that I wasn’t enough, and that my past would catch up with me. But I looked across at Lynx, his presence exuded an aura of strength and assurance.
“Kat,” he said with a deep voice that commanded my full attention. “I can see the fear in your eyes. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
My fingers fidgeted against the table’s edge, subconsciously tracing the patterns in the wood. “I am scared. Scared for myself, for my pup. What if this isn’t the right place for us? What if your pack doesn’t accept us?”
Lynx’s gaze softened, but his voice remained firm. “You are both safe here. Your pac
