Ashley's POV
To say that I was relieved was an understatement. Mitchell was dead. Dreydon and I could finally began living our lives. I could tell that he was still angry, still hurt. He was almost killed by the pack he swore to protect. He walked silently past the others into the pack house. I followed him without a word. We made it to his bedroom where he closed the door and headed to the shower. Even without words I knew he needed me. I was the only who could get through to him, make him communicate enough to express himself. I stripped and got in behind him. He remained silent as I wrapped my arms around him. After a few minutes of caressing him, using the soap to clean us both, I decided to break the silence.
"Talk to me,"I said hoping he would listen.
"I can't stay here,"
