When Davina found her father he was already gone, the amount of blood he had lost ended his life before Ragnar could get him to the hospital.Her heart was broken, her father was her only constant feel of love she had, he was her hero, her best friendz her favorite person to have movie nights with.Even her wolf was howling deeply within her head, the broken sounds echoing through every inch of her mind.She fell to her knees as she sobbed uncontrollably when Ragnar and Leif wrapped themselves around her.They didn't speak to her, not knowing what to say or knowing if she even wanted them to say anything to her so they just held her while she let them.After what felt as an eternity for her the door swung open as a gasp left the lips of her mother.Davina's head snapped up to meet the woman's ferocious eyes staring at her, there weren't tears building at the sight of her husband, no emotions saying she was upset at the situation, just anger, resentment, loathing seeping from her.Slow
Leif got Davina to head back to the house, she reluctantly held his hand as he led the way. She kept looking back, tears rolling down her face, as she wanted to run back to her father, hold him, heal him like last time, anything to bring her daddy back to her.However, she forced herself to keep taking step after step as Leif pulled her along.Eventually he stopped, when he did she bumped into him, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her into himself to comfort her.She looked up at him, his eyes filled with so much sorrow for his little one, he knelt his head down to kiss her forehead before looking at her again."I'm so sorry my little one, I wish I could take all this pain away from you."His eyes flickering between him and his wolf as she stared into them without blinking. They stayed that way for a minute or so until she finally slowly closed her eyes, a tear rolling down and she took a deep breath, Leifs hand cupping her face as she leaned into his touch, his thumb gently
"I need to bury my father...." she looked away, pulling her hand away from him as she brought her overly tired body down to the side of the tub, soaking herself to her neck."I've already had everything taken care of Davi, it's being handled but you may choose everything you want to have for him, then I will do it, you aren't alone in this."He lowered himself to her, aiming his body in front of hers when she opened her arms to him.He pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly before turning her around sitting her on his lap.With Davina on his lap he soaks a loofah in the water before bringing it up tobher back then squeezing it out to wet her.She moans at the feel of the hot water running down her back before he starts lathering her up with soap, cleaning her body as she sits there.Slowly cleaning her she stands up the turns to face him as he starts lathering up the front of her, making sure to touch every part of her, her eyes closed at the feel of him touching her as it sends
Sitting down to eat, they all sat silently for a while, only the sounds of their silverware hitting the plates or a glass being put back down after taking a sip of their drink.The silence was deafening, not comfortable at all, Leif contemplating what to say, Ragnar wishing one of them would speak first.Davina on the other hand, she didn't notice the silence, she was so lost inside her own head thinking about everything that has been happening in her life as of late.'How? Who attacked him in this way? He never shifted, I could tell, the tears in his clothes weren't from a shift they were claw marks from someone else.The only scent he held besides his own was hers, that fucking woman I knew as mother, along with one other scent. I know that scent but I just can't place it. Why do I know it?All of this on top of them, like dealing with them wasn't enough?Shifting with Ragnar was amazing but at what cost? So distracted by them that I wasn't home with my father.I could have saved hi
With a deep breath Davina opened her eyes, they widened instantly as she took in the scene before her.The house was trashed, there was glass from picture frames all over the floor, blood strewn on the walls, even an outline of a handprint smeared down the wall.All the furniture was destroyed, between what was broken to what had been ripped through by claws, the house was almost unrecognizable to her.Her heart beating fast as she tried taking deep breathes to calm herself down so she could focus.Thinking of Ragnar's words, 'I need you to try to look at what you are about to see objectively, don't think of what happened but think of what needs to be done'.She managed to calm down enough to take in her surroundings without thinking it was her father that had been through what happened here.Walking around, trying not to disturb much as I make her way through the living room, following the trail of destruction to the kitchen.***Davina's POV My breath caught in my throat when I saw
Davina's POV continuedWalking to the door, it was barely hanging on the hinge, the room was torn through as if looking for something.What caught my attention the most was the small box on its side next to my father's desk.It looked untouched even though it was knocked over but the lock was no longer on it.This box didn't belong in this room, I've seen it before but only ever in my father's closet, locked up tight.I was always curious about it, I used to try to get him to show me what was inside but he would always take it from me then hide it again telling me,"You will be able to see when you come of age my little princess, I promise, but not before then"Then he would pat my head before pulling me in for a hug.I walked over to it before picking it up then turning to face Ragnar, he looked up at me before looking at the box I was holding."What is it?""I don't know, but I've never seen it unlocked and it isn't mine, it was my dads."Looking down I slowly opened it to find it e
Once they made it back to the pack house they got Davina back into the house.When they got inside Leif brought her into the kitchen for them to get some dinner for us all before we headed back upstairs.Ragnar, on the other hand, went to see his father.When he got to his dad's office he knocked on the door."Come in son" his father said through the door.Opening the door he stepped inside to find his father reading something while deep in thought. Taking a seat in front of his desk he waited.After a few moments his father looked up at him."What happened? Did she find anything she deems useful?Is she okay?I can't imagine how she is feeling about everything.Her entire life changed so drastically, so fast.""She's strong dad, stronger than I ever realized she could be.We found this."I handed him the photo of her Uncle with her father.My dad's eyes widened as he looked at it."A family photo? This was my guard, one of the best we ever had. He was older than Davina's father by ab
Weeks after losing her father, Davina has been with Luna Torvi almost every day, learning what it will be to become the Luna of this pack.When she isn't with the Luna she is spending time with her mates, she was blown away at her birthday when she woke up to feel the tingles rush over her body at their small touches as they slept on either side of her.Looking back at that morning.Subtly waking up at the way the sparks started rushing through her.She moved her body slowly, slightly running a leg on Leif, it sent the most incredible tingles up through her to her core while she gently ran her hand up Ragnar's chest until she reached his face, the magnitude of tingles that ran through her hand, up her arm, down through her while her core clenched as she felt herself become wet.Taking her face she buries herself into Ragnar's neck, inhaling him as deeply as she possibly could when she felt him begin to stir.His hand trailing up her side slowly leaving a trail of sparks in his wake un