Northstar Vale I don't wanna hate you, kills me that I have too

“Reyson,” she murmured, emotion thick in her voice. She didn’t deserve his forgiveness—not because of her attraction to another, but for the act of it. She had told him wolves did ridiculous things in the season—he had insisted he wouldn’t. Had promised.

And he kept his word, and she had been the one who wronged him. Perhaps not in such a scandalizing way that featured a more permanent reminder, but still—a wound to their relationship. A wound to them.

“Reyson… I love you. Whatever I need to do…” And for a moment, she closed her eyes—balking at the idea of having to go back to the healing den and rest—when all she wanted to do was be back in her usual place of rest, draped within the warm embrace of the soldier she had spent many an innocent night with.

No, she didn’t deserve him.