Nesta’s POV:Devon's fingers curled around my fisted hand and he slowly opened it to intertwine our fingers and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles as he breathed against my skin. "I am so sorry." He whispered in a breathless voice and I felt the self loathing and guilt of his through the bond, he felt scared at the prospect of losing me, that panic was eating away at him, he couldn't get the thought out of his mind, he thought that he would lose me just like he lost all of his family. I didn't know how I felt about the fact that I was not just a werewolf anymore and I didn't want to think about it so I decided to push it back and focus on Devon. He needed me. I made a soothing sound as I cupped his jaw in my hands, my own eyes tearing up at how much he was hurting inside."I am never going to leave you. You are my mate and my very heart beats just for you. I-I came back just for you." I told him, my voice cracking at the end as I remembered the darkness that had awaited my d