The Wolf Within
The pain she’d endured, the cruelty she’d suffered.
My hands itched to tear apart whoever had done this to her. The scent of old blood and fear still clung to her like a shadow, even after I’d carried her to safety. My wolf raged beneath the surface, howling for vengeance, but it wasn’t vengeance I could think about now. It was her.
I approached the bed slowly, careful not to disturb Elizabeth. She looked so small, so breakable, like she’d been fighting a war all on her own and barely survived. My fingers hovered above her wrist, hesitant to touch her, afraid I’d make it worse.
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