AARYN
He wasn't sure how long they stood there together, him weeping like a babe. But his mate never gave up, stroking him, whispering comfort and then, when he could breathe again, leading him to the couch that faced the front door.
Aaryn dropped into it, for the first time not wanting to see the wolf that was in the dining room now, circling the table to peer out the windows and whine, then turn and walk the circle again.
He couldn't make himself think through what was needed. So he sank into the couch at Elreth's urging, staring at his bleeding hand—the half-moon of teeth marks on the back of his hand and the fleshy heel under his thumb.
Elreth tsked and trotted into the kitchen, coming back with a cotton towel to wrap around it.
"It'll be fine," he muttered.
