Annabella
I had listened to all he had to say but I knew motivational speeches were not his strongest suit. It felt forced from his mouth.
His eyes were filled with emotion while he spoke to me. He tried to match my eyes but from time to time would grimace at showing it.
He didn’t like being vulnerable. I had no idea why but it was possible he did not like it for a number of reasons. His past.
I was not going to condemn him for trying to turn me into a better version of myself.
With a smile I drew him in for a hug being happy that I had met him and I would not have to deal with anyone else. Even the witches could not have motivated me like how he had.
He had given me words I didn’t know I needed to hear. I was happy about it and I was ready to take care of my pack as they needed me.
