Nara
I remember falling from a tree and crying. Kian found me when I broke my wrist. He comforted me and stayed with me. He told me I was a strong butterfly and not to cry. He encouraged me always to be strong and take good care of myself, even when he wasn't around.
I rid myself of that memory. I don't ever want to remember that time. He lied, I wasn't strong the way I wanted. I don't always fight back when they treat me like trash. I'm weak, abused physically, mentally, and emotionally. I'm broken and unwanted by my mate, by him.
'Please, let him take care of us,' my wolf begs. 'We'll get better faster.' I can feel the desperation in her voice. She's weak due to the fever. I nod, for my wolf's sake.
"I've got medicine for you." he stands to get it. I feel nauseous just thin
