I stare at him, a warmth unfurling in my chest at his words. But I don’t trust this feeling. I don’t trust my own judgment anymore.
I step away from him now, putting distance between us even though every movement sends aches through my healing body.
“I won’t be foolish a second time,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself. “I won’t trust anyone again.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” His tone is no-nonsense, unshakeable. “Unless you plan to outrun me, you’re stuck with me.”
He’s right. I’m barely healed, weak, and alone in the middle of nowhere. Even if I wanted to leave, where would I go? Back to my pack? They’d kill me on sight. To another human settlement? After what happened with Andrew, the thought nauseates me.
“Then, I’ll wait for you to get bored of me,” I say quietly.
“You’ll have
