Hope

“When I wake up… will you still be here?”

Keith's voice is soft, uncertain. He lies on the therapy chair, eyes searching mine.

Part of me feels like he can sense my discomfort, but that can't be possible. We haven't mated or established any type of connection yet.

Emma beseeches me with her eyes, tilting her head slightly to urge me to say yes.

“Yeah. I'll be in the waiting room when you’re finished,” I say.

Emma explained to Keith that doing the hypnotherapy would allow her to bring his beast forwards and connect to them to explore what is going on.

Her ability to not only heal the...