When the wicked guy wounded me, I ran. I hid away from everyone and the pack in the dark. I believed I was secure. I believed I would never experience emotion again.
Then he discovered me, however.
Darius. Large. Silent, powerful. His hands were soft, but his eyes were like fire. He refused to take it. He waited. He saw my shattered fragments. and refused to look away.
My wolf is stirring, my body is burning, and something inside of me is awakening.
However, the guy I fled from has returned. He also wants to reclaim me.
I must decide whether to stand and fight or to keep going.
And maybe let me be loved by someone.