POV Jake
We travelled with no words and the silence was deafening between us, I could see the trauma etched in her face. Her inner conflict of wanting to run but she just trudged on besides me. I was taking comfort in her being by my side as her wounds were healing as we walked that were barely visible now. Our energy from our wolves flowing between us, healing her. I sighed knowing that I could not allow myself to feel content with this.
We climbed the top of mount george when i decided to break the silence.
“When I was a child I would find the war and the fighting between the packs too much so I had to retreat. I found this place when I was 15 years old, you would have been 13 then”, I suddenly said.
She shifted uncomfortably, clearly toying whether she should ask a questio
