Celeste
That evening, I found him on our balcony. He was standing at the rail with his back to me, staring out over Specter.
“This is my balcony. I don’t like to be disturbed.”
"Was your balcony. It’s ours now.” I turned to leave, but his hand reached out and caught my arm.
I looked up at him. His face was confused, conflicted, fighting something he couldn’t see. His wolf was pressing toward me through his skin. I could feel the pull, warm and insistent, and I knew Darien could feel it too even if he couldn’t name it.
I stepped into him and wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry you’re hurting. I wish I could help. I’m here, though. I’m always here.”
He let himself be held. His arms came around me slowly, reluctantly, and then tightened. I could feel his body responding to mine, pull
