“Enough,” he says and there is so much in that one word that it hollows out my insides. I close my eyes. I follow his deep, even breath with my breath. “He cannot harm you. Nothing can.” I nod, unable to speak. The rumbling gets louder, forming a shield around me. “You do not fight for survival, not anymore. You are a warrior now and you fight for the tribe, for the hunt.”
God damn, this the only type of love I would ever accept
