The Lycan King’s Broken Mate
Then her shoulder trembled.
And as if something snapped, the crying broke free. Quiet, halting, hoarse. It shook her body, made her shoulders jerk, and I couldn’t just watch anymore. I leaned in at once, drew her into my arms, and she clung to me like a person clings to the earth when the sky is falling.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into my chest, muffled. “I… I didn’t mean to… I thought I was back there again… I didn’t know…”