I hadn’t realized it before, but Ares’ concern for me had nothing to do with my physical limitations.
He saw me as powerful and he was unsurprised by the speed my leg had healed at. The stories and myths about white wolves had captivated him since he was a boy, and he knew better than anybody that the fact I had survived alone and that my leg had healed so quickly were not things to be surprised by.
He had just never heard a story about a white wolf overcoming something that was not physical. He didn’t have any myths that could comfort him about this because there was no story about somebody with my issues.
He was afraid that I was not ever going to recover from what Luc and his pack put me through because whether I was physically capable of having another child wasn’t what was botheri
