Miracle's Pov
I jerked forward when I felt someone squeeze my hand. I opened my eyes instantly. It was Hardy. He was panting, sweat filled his face and even his body… he was still fighting off the effect of the silver and the wolfsbane in his blood and simultaneously, he was reliving those awful memories.
I looked at him, tempted to gather him in my arms and hold him until those memories disappear forever…hold him until he was back to that boy who smiled all the time and had that easy demeanor…the boy who only seemed to want to help only me.
But I couldn't help but wonder if this is the real Hardy - a boy scarred, haunted by a past he couldn't outrun or out-smile…a boy deeply hurt by the one person he claims to hate the most…a boy who lies because the truth is…just wrong, too ugly for him, too ugly for me or anyone else.
