Briella POVDeath is simple. No one to tell you how to act, how to behave. No one to tell you what you shouldn’t wear or how to talk. No one tells you how you should be living or how important it is to live up to a certain standard. The darkness around me is peaceful, calming. I don’t feel like I’m going to burst into a million pieces or worry I’m going to kill anyone I care about. That peace didn’t last long though. “ Miss me?” A voice I never thought I hear again laughing “ Rome? Why are you here?” I groaned “ oh your lovely mate scent me here to bring you back” he announced sounded so excited “ Why are you so happy? And I figure

“ Has my brother gotten back yet?” I asked dad as he fluffed my pillow and set a cup of tea next to my bed. They still haven’t let me leave this bright, uncomfortable room even though I’ve only been awake for a day. It feels like I’ve been here for weeks. “ yes, he got back about 20 minutes ago. He said he will come by and see you after he showers” he answers tucking the heated blanket around my legs “ Dad, you don’t have to do this, you know?” Untucking myself, he just groans. Dang someone’s cranky today. “ What's wrong?” I can tell by his need to baby me right now. “ It's just you don’t need me anymore. You have Erik to do all these things for you now. I re

This morning was rough, Erik wanted to help me with everything but being so weak and needing help just to go to the bathroom is maddening. He hasn’t been to the office to do any work in the last few days or called Andrew for updates. I feel like a burden like this. He stepped out of the room for a second to take a phone call, and while he was in the hall I tried to walk to the bathroom by myself. At first it was going okay. I used the bed to hold myself up but then once I got to the end of the bed I had nothing to hold myself up with. Erik wanted to get me a cane but I was against it because I didn’t want to look how I felt. I thought about getting down on the floor and crawling but it’s my legs that aren’t up for anything. Maybe army crawl. I can feel my wolf on the inside hating herself for not being able to heal us faster. I really wish I had someone who could explain to me what the hell is wrong with me. When the door swung

Erik POV I watched as she tried really hard to walk by herself. I know I shouldn’t jump to her rescue because she’s strong enough (kinda) to do it on her own. But I can’t help it, she’s like a wounded warrior who doesn’t know how to act because of it. I don’t think she’s ever been hurt to the point where she’s unable to do things on her own before. Also don’t think she ever thought it would be something she had to worry about. My men have been working hard to help rebuild the houses and the part of the packhouse that was damaged. It’s been a week since she’s been out of the infirmary. Each day she takes on more steps by herself, but I can tell that one step doesn’t mean anything to her. She flinched really hard when I tried to touch her leg the other day. I haven’t attempted to do it again since but the pain that ru

I made Erik stay out of the room this past week. I’ve been pushing myself harder and harder everyday to walk better on my own. Aaron was right, the mind is a powerful thing. Once it’s made up it’s harder to change it. He came yesterday again to give me another look over, I’ve been walking around the packhouse up the stairs. Slowly but surely. He said if I keep up the good work I’ll be able to have my full strength back in no time. There’s no true reasoning on why my legs were the only ones needing healing after it all. But I’m just glad I’m still alive, that I didn’t kill anyone that really mattered to me. Dad told me that the rebuild is almost finished and Erik is wanting to return back to the pack right after. Moms questioned me if I plan on going back with him, I mean do I really have a choice? I’m his mate after all. It’s not like I’m fighting for my life anymore. With my powe