I keep watching her face, wishing I could read thoughts sometimes. She just seems like she's going through so much. She's so different from Bella. Bella was strong and didn't want anyone else to see her any other way. She was a fighter and had me hunt a cougar with her for goodness sake! Her mother taught her to be a warrior and that's exactly what she was. She never gave the impression that she needed anyone to take care of her and while that may seem weak for someone else to want, I only see it as endearing. Maybe this is what I've always wanted, to take care of someone. I never would have had that opportunity with Bella, not really anyway. While she may let me do some things, others are impossible.

If some wolves knew my bloodlines, they would probably never understand how I am the way I am. My father was an assassin and an alpha. He went crazy and hurt a lot of wolves and couldn't decide between his imprint and his mate. He was also a softie at heart which is where I think I got it from. My mother was like a child at heart and she brought out that side in Devil. She was also a force to be reckoned with however and helped him take down more than one poor soul for nothing more than their own enjoyment. They were killers, both of them, and yet I have not touched another being in anger. I've almost gotten eaten myself once. When I was not even a yearling, I went hunting my mentor, Sulan, and another wolf attacked us. He tried to jump me but Sulan jumped in. The wolf caught me by the leg and I got to look into his eyes. It gave me a whole new outlook on life.

There was nothing but darkness there and the need to satisfy a feral hunger. He left scars on my back leg that I still have but the memories will never leave me. Sulan saved me but I never wanted to feel that weak again. That's why I started training with Amir, learning how to fight and defend myself. I was going to be a warrior of Diveen at one time but when Covet took over, something told me I needed to leave and I never felt the need to come back.

As I move closer to her, she recoils but only a little. I'm still able to wrap my neck around her however and pull her to me. Once she's there, she starts to calm down. I feel her nose burrowing in my thick black fur and then I feel the cool of tears on my coat. I let her sob on me for as long as she needs to before I draw back and let her regain her breath. My skin trembles with the electricity brought on by her touch and then drawing away from it, like it already aches to be touched again. When I smirk, she seems to draw back again but when I speak, she seems to understand. All at once, she's nodding and when I count down, she screams. I throw my head back and join in, adding my howls to hers as our echoes reverberate off the crags. It's a relieving feeling. I could do this all day if I had the lungs.

She was standing through most of that so when she sits down again, I stop screaming to turn and look at her, that small smirk back on my lips as I prick my ears and wait expectantly for whatever she says or does next. She says it's just what she needed and I nod in acknowledgement, my eyes softening. She goes to thank me and my smirk tugs a little tighter. "All in a day's work." I reply. I did get some charm from my father's side but it's only on rare occasions that it comes out. As she starts to draw back as if to leave, I feel my ears flick back, not wanting to part company so soon. I feel like we just met and I want to know more about her. I also don't want her or her child to go hungry and I have a feeling she's been having a time trying to get food as it is. I shake my head. "Nonsense. You return to your kid and I'll do all the heavy lifting today. What are you craving?"
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