CHAPTER 42

She could hear the exhaustion in his voice, he was extremely exhausted. She walked over to where he sat on the bed and touched his head with her hands and started playing with his hair. The action seemed to soothe him and he sighed deeply and she continued. She came closer and kept his head on her stomach now and he wrapped his hands around her waist. The position reminded her of Damian, the time he had come home tired after the hunt night.

"They are going against your father, not you." She whispered to him.

"I know but there has never been a war among the Lycans and I do not like it."

He whispered back. He felt safe with her like she was his safe spot. He could tell her everything without fear. He could show her his vulnerable side without fear of being mocked.

"Just don't think about it."

"There is more."

They were talking in whispers.

"Tell me everything."

He hesitated.

"They... They..." He sighed deeply again, unable to speak the words.

"Come on, tell me." She rubbed his head and