Miranda POV
I bury my head in Charlie's neck as he carries me through the pack house. I hate that I blocked him from our bond, but I needed to focus on my anger and not his concern. I open our bond and the feelings of love and support overwhelm me. Tears begin to flow, wetting Charlie's shirt. When I hear the click of a door, I assume we are in our guest room. It's not until I feel the warm spray of water do I realize we are in the walk-in shower.
"Beautiful, let me take care of you" he says gently. He sets me on my feet and brushes my wet hair off my face. He places a kiss on my forehead. I can only imagine what I look like as I look down to see the water at my feet tinged red as it swirls toward the drain. I reach down to grab the hem of my shirt but his hands still mine. He pulls my
