Nathan's POV:
I found her on the porch of her house a day later, her eyes red and swollen. Her hair rolled down her back, ungroomed but still socially acceptable. She wore a large sweatshirt, not showing off her figure at all. She rested her head on her palms, occasionally wiping away her tears. I started walking towards her, my footsteps steady. She didn't look up or even acknowledge me. I sat next to her and brushed her hair out of her face and she suddenly stopped looking out at the pack and leaned against me, her back against my chest and her head underneath my chin.
She was shorter than me, so I rested my chin on the top of her head and grabbed her hands on either side of her, letting them drop into her lap. Her hair was soft against my skin, the smell of her overwhelming.
