Sampson hovered over Rosalie’s body the entire day. Her hair was spread across the pillow and she was lightly breathing with one hand resting on her chest and another around Sampson’s arm. He stared at her, memorizing very freckle and eyelash. The way her breathing would sometimes hitch when a cold breeze would go by her face. Her slender neck and all the dips and grooves that go a long with it, he love it. Every part about her body as well as her mind he cherished.
Many, including Jack, thought he was just a docile Wolf. That he was lazy and only showed himself when he really needed to. Jack was in control most of the time so naturally Jack thought him and his Wolf were perfectly in-sync. Part of it was true, they did care for one another but there was another problem Jack was completely
