CHAPTER 56
RIPPER'S POINT OF VIEW.
I quickly dragged Dove away from there, back to the cab. The lady was speaking with the police about a thief breaking into her house. My wolf is active; I can hear even the tiniest whisper.
Dove looked broken. She settled into the cab and said no other words. Her shoulders sagged in defeat, and her head fell back to the seat while her eyes stared out the window, tears rolling down.
I have never been so confused about how to console a person. I wasn't taught that; I don't know what to do right now. Should I touch her, talk to her, or perhaps she wants some alone time right now? As the cab moved, the tears kept rolling down nonstop.
The cab man kept stealing glances at me; I don't know what that means or what message he is trying to pass. Either way, I
