“I’m sorry for overreacting” I heard him say as I reached the door. His voice was sad. I hesitantly turned around and went back to my seat as my small hand touched his. I was still angry at him, but I knew it came from a good place, rejection was a difficult thing for a wolf, and he lost both his wolf and his mate.
“I didn’t know” I told him, and sadness adorned his face as his blonde lashes touched his cheek. I couldn’t help by envy those long lashes even though it was not time for such thinking.
“I know, I don’t usually talk about it because it hurts. But seeing those marks on your body when I lifted you to the bed I couldn’t take it, I almost killed him but I knew you wouldn’t like that” he mumbled the last part, but I heard it. Instead of being angry I blushed, thinki
