He held my trembling frame right there on the side of the long, empty highway, the heavy afternoon wind whipping around our clothes, as I continued to cry out all of my fear and pain straight into the firm center of his chest—broken, completely terrified by the wolves, but finally, truly safe in the only place on this earth where I belonged.
The ride back to the concrete compound on the back of his motorcycle was nothing short of a silent, terrifying storm. Stone didn't utter a single word to me as he helped me slide onto the leather seat behind his large frame, but I could feel the absolute fury vibrating through his muscles. His large hands gripped the handlebars so tightly that his knuckles were perfectly white against the black leather grips. I wrapped my arms around his thick waist,
