Chapter 35

Deimos POV

The memories of my past flood my mind before I begin the story. A lump forms in the back of my throat, and I am not sure I can speak. I haven’t spoken to anyone about those years of my life. They are secrets that I expected to take with me to my grave. Yet here I am about to bare my soul to a woman I hardly know.

I look over at Elizabeth; she is lying quietly in bed, waiting for me to speak. She doesn’t press for me to start my story. Her green eyes gaze into mine as she wraps her fingers around my hand and squeezes it.

The tingles spread throughout my body, making me feel more confident.

‘She needs to know the truth,’ Duko says quietly within my mind. ‘You can trust her.’

‘How can you be so sure?’ I respond. ‘We barely know her.’

Elizabeth squeezes my hand again, drawing me away from the conversation with my wolf. “What is your wolf telling you?”

“How did you know I was speaking with my wolf?” I ask her curiously, trying to avoid the conversation I promised h