Shadewood no space in your broken veins

“Then there is no reason why he needs to be hurting you in any way. Mentally,” he concluded. “Or otherwise.” He was here- there was no one else. Whoever she had been harmed by, there was no one else to touch her. Other than their Family, there should be no one else on Gwen’s mind. A wave of possessiveness enthralled the Assassin as he felt something violent curl up inside his chest, constructing him almost painfully as he mentally replayed the things she cried in her sleep. He couldn’t let anything do this to her. No one had the right. Fucking no one.

“I’m not going anywhere, Gwen. And if you need to hide away, I will be there with you. This is our home, and no will harm you like that ever again.” 

He wanted to ask her atleast what did this monster look like, but as many variations that were in the wild, quite a few were apt to fit the description. Plus he couldn’t risk being caught by them before he got to them, as asking around for a particular wolf would end up being too noticeable.