Things were a lot less tense than they had been now. They stayed lying on the bed, and Sawyer draped his arm over her lazily. They would kiss occasionally, talking about anything other than the fact he might be taken away from her now they were finally happy.
The truth was Elizabeth was terrified. She didn’t know what she would do without him now. He protected her and he cared for her, and she wanted to do the same for him. But how could she protect him now? There was a supernatural element to this, and she had no experience with these things. Her understanding of werewolves was limited. She knew that they had codes and rules, and that they were vicious and unforgiving when they were broken. She knew that they had attacked and nearly broken the man who loved her and would do anything to k
