Fairy-tale

Silver:

I rubbed the edges of the plain paper Alpha Damon had just given me, unable to write anything. I had so many things to tell my mother and sister and Victor, so many things that this paper could never contain. I didn’t want to talk to them only. I wanted to be allowed to see them touch them and assure them I was safe and well.

However, I understood the position I was in and resignedly picked up the pen to write. Alpha Damon sat down beside me and watched me with curious eyes as I fought inwardly over how I would start the letter, and what exactly I would tell them. Of course I couldn’t tell them I was with werewolves. Even if they managed to believe me, they would be terrified and would start to think I had been forced to write to them and that my life was in danger.

“Do you need me to leave?” Alpha Damon asked me when I still hadn’t written anything after over twenty minutes.

“No, I don’t,” I said almost too quickly. I hadn’t sat down for this long with him in such a long ti