Twenty One.

Willow

I’m grateful that I’ve hidden my face. I feel my cheeks burn and I’m pretty sure that they are the colour of a tomato.

Something about his words stirred deep inside of me. I had seen other girls and their new ‘owners’. They were treated like shit before they had even left the auction house, but Zane, the most he had done was a few threats and he had saved me, more than once.

I frown as I keep my face hidden. No man had made me question my feelings until him and he did it at every damn turn.

“Can I trust that you are not going to leave the room?”

“I can hardly walk.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He walks around the bed to face me and I still have most of my face covered except my eyes.

“I will stay…for now. I’m tired anyway.” Every inch of me hurts. The doctor said it will take a while to recover because of the inability to heal like a normal wolf.

“Good girl.”

It was dark when I woke. I could smell his oak and maple scent as he moved around in the darkness but it was tainted wi