Deacon’s POV
Elena and I stayed in that position for a while. I let her cry every single tear she had been withholding back for as long as she had tried to, even at the expense of drenching my shirt.
My heart clenched as I heard her cry as if I was as heartbroken as she was. If only I could share half of her pain, I’d do so in a heartbeat. No… I’d even take all of it for her.
Once she felt better and loosened her hold on me, I stood up and took off my shirt, not minding that I was now shirtless. After all, it was normal for male werewolves to be shirtless, especially during training.
Having six brothers with her as she grew up, I’m sure she’s very used to it already.
I opened one of the boxes on the corner of the tent and dug deep for the finest wines in there, along with two wine gla
