Rune tried to be strong.
He didn’t want to break down while the woman he failed to protect was hurting, but the more her tears pierced his heart, the more that plan collapsed.
As he held the back of her head and occasionally patted it to assure her that he was still with her, tears that resonated with his mate’s wails fell.
His wolf also felt the sorrow, and the whimpers that stemmed from his soul were saddening.
Rune knew saying that he was sorry would do no good.
It would be stupid of him to say such a fickle statement.
So he chose to utter no words.
While he made his crying as silent as possible, he listened to the agony in Rose’s voice.
He lashed himself repeatedly for failing to find her in time to protect her from the fangs of the molesters. He mentally slapped himsel
