Ethan
Normal people would probably worry about holding their woman in their office while she cries, but I’m not normal. Neither is our relationship.
She shifts her head, slightly pulling my collar with the movement.
“Her tears are staining your shirt,” my wolf growls, his anger mirroring the rage simmering in my gut.
Hearing her little whimper and feeling her tears against my neck pulls on the monster that lives within me. It rages against my ribcage, yearning to rip into someone.
“We can’t let him hurt her like this,” my wolf tells me, pacing. He wants nothing more than to comfort Fiona himself.
And I’m finding it harder and harder not to drive to her father’s house and beat him for the way he treats Fiona. He doesn’t deserve to have Fiona in his life because he treats her like
