An Enemy Called Mate
I stepped inside and noticed how she buried her face between her knees.
I approached her, while she raised her head, glancing up at me.
“She told you, didn't she?” Her voice croaked. Her wet cheeks were visible, and I realized that she had been sobbing.
“Yes, she did,” I replied, recalling the sorceress’s statements.
Then, Ziva cried loudly and she hugged her knees tightly.
“It is not a bad thing,” I uttered, then I sat next to her to console her.
“Not being able to shift to your wolf does not make you useless. Also, you are not to be blamed for that,” I spoke reassuringly.
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