Hearing my girl say her Aunt was all she had, and hearing her sob was breaking me. I pulled her to my chest once more. Feeling the need to reassure her, console her, be there for her, the pull to do this was so strong. The way a mate should be. She may not know it yet, but I do. My wolf does. We need to act like a mate and do the things a mate does. I knew she would feel her Aunt was all she left. In her mind, that was true. I want her to know that isn't the case anymore.

She has me, she can have...