Atlas POV
I paced my bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows on the walls. I understood why they kept me away from Mia, but it was difficult to keep calm. "She is in safe hands, Atlas," Flint assured me, his voice soothing amidst my restlessness. As I continued to pace, the creaking floorboards echoed in the silence.
"She's fragile now," I admitted reluctantly, the words heavy on my tongue. I knew she despised being called that, but it was the truth. "Not long ago, she thought the same of you," Flint chuckled, breaking the tension. "She thought you were human."
"And she treated me like I was fragile," I responded. "And I'm assuming you told her you were strong," he prodded, causing me to sigh. "Yes, I did," I confessed.
"Even without a wolf, she is strong, Atlas. I bet you a
