Content warning: This chapter discusses abusive subject matter and other sensitive material. This material may be disturbing to some readers. Discretion is advised.
Jadea
My wolf and I were stubborn because we had been forged in abandonment, mistreatment and hatred. We’d been forged in steel. We hadn’t been wanted by our family. We had been shunned and eventually disowned. We had been tossed out like trash at a young age and lived homeless on the streets, barely surviving.
We had trust issues.
I had trust issues.
I was used to relying on myself and myself alone. Which meant when it came to opening up to someone—and I mean cracking open the dark and heavy stuff—I wasn’t very good at sharing. I was good at hiding the pain, of burying the hurt below the facade I’d mastered. As much as it
