her headache

Gabriel’s P.O.V.

The pain radiated from her to me through our bond, which was still weak but I felt it.

How could Sylvester not feel it whenever he let her go through this much pain?

If he had felt it, then why did he not do anything to comfort her?

Her allegations, her complaints, her heartbreak—everything hit my chest hard like a heavy boulder, and I couldn’t even say a word of comfort to her.

Her father abandoned her after her mother’s death, and I still remembered how other pups, no matter what their age was, made fun of her, labeling her as an abandoned pup until my mother punished all of them and commanded the whole pack not to go overboard with this.

I remembered Shannon was the leader of that gang, and now because of Sylvester's indulgence, she became the biggest bully, hurting Sheryl, who was supposed to be cherished by both Sylvester and me.

I held her tightly when her body suddenly slumped like she had no strength left in her body.

“I got you, princess. I am here for you, a