12 On Purpose

Winston, you are my sky; you are my clouds; you are my soft river; you are my melodious howling beast.

I long for his presence, want his touch, and remember him in a way that ignites my mind, body, and soul. He is my cure, a source of sunshine, joy, and hope.

Each time I fall in love with him, it's tougher than the one before.

Each time, the sensation becomes deeper, more complete, and more alluring.

Everything I could do to keep Winston safe, I would.

I never assume he needs to beg for my affection; Winston never has and he never will. I have more love coming out of me the more I give it to him.

Sounds insane, huh?

I keep falling in love with him, and if there was ever a single event that tied my soul to this world of reality, it was that one.

I understood that he serves as the clan's protector and that all of his brutal or vicious deeds are motivated solely by his love for the Lycans. How could I not respect that? How could I not fall in love with everything he is?

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