Johnathon POV
She's so beautiful. It's the thought that constantly crashes through my mind during the drive back to the pack, Willow, my mate, in the passenger side, trembling all over. She's covered in bruises, all over, with needle marks in her arms, her eyes still welling with tears. My heart hurts to see my mate like this, my possessive side coming out. It's exactly what I felt with Winter, but this time I was embracing the mate bond, wanting to have a relationship with her, but with what she's gone through is she going to want to have anything to do with me?
I glance over at her. Her lip is trembling and she's staring pensively out the window, her body as far away from me as possible as she shrinks herself over towards the door. Besides the word 'mate' and telling me her name 'Willo
