Thank ya, doll!
Ever couldn’t fight the tears that ended up spilling down her silver cheeks. Anger burned through her skin, but as soon as the word werewolf slipped from her mates weak lips, she tensed. The girl had to remove her paws from Ezra’s side so that he wouldn’t feel her intense shudder. Her teeth clenched and she swallowed a growl. She suddenly felt so helpless, small, with the weight of the secret she realized weighing on her shoulder. Looking at her paws and the bloody broken form of her love, Ever wondered how much of the blood was someone else’s.
She spent little time thinking about it, but Ever finally did let a snarl rip through her throat and out into open air. Instantly her tail swept across Ezra’s flank, not wanting him to be startled by her noise. Ever knew who he was talking about. The mutt Ouija. He had tried to seduce her the first seconds they had met, and refused to let her out of his grip without actually touching her.
Fresh tears blurred her vision and claws retracted into the dirt. Now she was truly helpless. She had no idea what to do for him, so she started to clean his wounds. Long strokes of her tongue cleaned away the metallic smell of blood. Ever shook as she did so, not caring to ponder if it was from the cold or the anger. Her tongue becomes as numb as her heart while she resisted coming any closer. Her weight on her mate’s could be deathly.
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