Blaze still had Carter, the young Werewolf, on his back; I gave him a warm yet slightly sad smile, as he supported the boy with one arm and the other had a strong grip on my hand. His fingertips laced into mine and despite my overbearing heartbreak at being used by both my sister and Brax.. I did feel safe with him.
How on earth could I feel safe so quickly after what has been done to me? I let out a shaky sigh at the very thought.
Blaze gave me a reassuring smile and rubbed my thumb with his.
'Thank you'. I smiled sadly.
'For what?'. He frowned, like he had not just saved my ass back there.
My face still stung from the number of times my sister hit me in the face. And then there was the fact that Brax did not even try to stop her.. not really. Heck, he could barely meet my gaze.
'For helping me, even though you dislike his kind'. I gestured at the boy, who had somehow fallen asleep on his back.
