Artemisia
As Fynn sneaked into my room, I had already cried so much that I was feeling sick to my stomach.
He got into my bed, pulled me into him, and started to caress my back to comfort me.
When I finally calm down enough to tell him everything, I start sobbing again.
He doesn’t even get time to feel anger, as he already has to comfort me again.
“He can’t do this. We all are equally possessive towards you,” he whispers as he lets his fingers slide up and down my side. “He doesn’t get to call dibs.”
Letting me cry against his chest, he hugs me closer. “Do you want me to talk to Cayden?”
“No,” I shake my head, biting onto my shivering lips. “I think his wolf just needs me close, so maybe it’s best this way until he calms down a bit.”
He hums, pressing a kiss onto my forehea
