The Alpha's Luna: Burn Her Love to Ashes
He would simply stay still, letting my fingers trail over his old scars in silence.
I foraged the mountains for the rarest herbs, brewed healing potions by hand, and nursed him back from the edge of ruin.
Bit by bit, his leg healed.
He rose again, stronger and prouder, as if he had never fallen.
One night, as we sat before a dying fire, Callum spoke in a low voice.
"Why do you keep doing this for me?"
I looked at him and smiled softly.
"Because when I see you," I whispered, "I see a piece of myself, and the one soul I want to follow for the rest of my life."