Our happy place, I correct myself, wrapping my arm around Dayne and letting out a sigh of contentment when he rests his chin on my head.
“About Dawley?” I ask since I can’t imagine dealing with Glynn, an out-of-control alpha didn’t trigger at least some memories of his own.
“About my family.”
I still, since this is not what I was expecting.
Dayne has never talked about his family to me, except for what little he said when he told me his old alpha killed his family, not him.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” I whisper. “I can feel how much it hurts you.”
“It’s not only pain,” he says, just as softly. “There’s good mixed in with it. But I think I let the bad, the pain, overtake the good memories.”
“Is that what the tattoos are for? To remind you of the good?”
Although I can’t see th
