It’s getting easier to ignore her because her hurt comes from being my mate. The skin has given up, but the Wild holds hope.

“I will get used to this?” I let the absolute disbelief filter through my words to leave behind a salty face.

Our eyes meet. I hold no welcome or joy in mine... He understands that I know what he has done. 

When Tommie touches me, it's like a master knowing how to touch someone to make them feel important and cherished. He's beyond anything...