Let him stay in this form for a while longer, let him mourn as a male and not a wolf. Let him stay in this form so she could hear a friendly voice, feel a gentle touch— She began to cry. She couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it once it started. Hated every tear and shuddering breath, every jerk of her body that sent lightning through her legs and feet. “I’ll get them out,” he said, and she couldn’t tell him, couldn’t start to explain that it wasn’t the glass, the shredded skin down to the bone. He wasn’t coming. He wasn’t coming to get her. She should be glad. Should be relieved. She was
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HE’S COMING!! ROWAN IS COMING FOR YOU
