My eyes dropped to her neck, to the faint scar just below her. Oh, what a reminder. A wound that should have never been there in the first place.
That should have been officially done in the way that an Alpha wolf picked its Luna. I needed to address that anyway. I needed to affirm that she was going to be alright.
That I hadn't done much of a damage to her life yet, and if I had, that I could salvage it. That she could count on me to make it all right.
That things would once again be right again, and if things had never been right for her, that they were going to start to be.
"Your scar," I murmured.
Her hand instinctively went to it.
I hesitated, then took a cautious step forward. This time, she didn't move away. "If we find a way to awaken your wolf," I said carefully, "the scar will disappear."
I was right. She knew it. She just needed to believe that she had a wolf. And that wolf of hers was the long hi-hidden mate of Hugo. Of me.
