Eryn POV
Atticus is hovering and not in a good way. Every time I turn around, he is right there. When I get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he is waiting outside the door. He follows me around the pack house like a guard dog, chasing away anyone who might ask how I am doing. To be frank, he is driving me insane.
I roll over in bed and look at the ceiling. I don't have to look at Atticus to know he is staring at me. I am not sure when he is sleeping. The bags under his eyes tell me he hasn't slept since we left the hospital three days ago.
"I am not made of glass," I sigh. "You don't have to keep protecting me."
"I don't think you are made of glass," he whispers.
"Then why do you keep following me around like a lost puppy," I groan, turning my back to h
