Nick POV
Nick lay there in the dark, Lucinda had finally fallen asleep, her head was resting on his chest, as it always did on his tattoo of Rip. One arm was stretched out across him, curled around his rib cage, she had not even attempted to let him go.
So much pain had ripped through her twice today now. She was opening up to him finally. But it was causing her pain, on an emotional level, and it was hard for him to have to hear that amount of pain in her voice. See and hear her tears and sobs.
Every time she hurt, his heart ached for hers too. Rip, though awake at this moment, was also quiet, his head on his paws just lying there, felt a little sad for their Mate. As did Nick.
The Luna had cut her; Had to be Felecia, had done it to make the twins smell like Lucinda, and not Felecia.
