A taste

Christian’s POV

It’s hard, fighting the urge to be out on the front line. I should be overseeing the fortification at the border, ensuring weapons and men are properly distributed. With over fifty miles of dense forest at the border of our pack, a two mile wide ribbon of no man’s land, then Kendrick’s territory, it’s a lot of land to cover. We need to occupy the neutral territory before Kendrick’s men, if we are to have the upper hand. I know Zander is more than capable, but it's what I have always done.

The only thing that has kept me in this bed is the weight of Liberty’s arm and leg slung across me. Since her arrival in my life, she has a somewhat disturbing ability to quench the constant fire burning inside me. I say quench in the loosest sense of the word. It's more like the darkness and hunger for vengeance has been replaced with a longing or need to feel her, protect her and always keep her close. A therapist would probably call it transference, and they might be right.

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