Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me

Standing in front of one you love and having them make such a ridiculous decision that was so detrimental to their health was an entire new low for him—he had thought ‘helpless’ and ‘worthless’ was a primary feeling when he couldn’t protect his loved ones… But it turned out, it was an entire new level of sadness when he had the ability to do something to help—and it was refused.

He blinked—a moment passing, his jaw ticking. This was where tough love could enter—could it not? Did he raise his voice? Try to Alpha-hole an order on her?

Fuck, was he above knocking her out and dragging her to Arlette?

But he knew to do any of this—not only would she likely close the door she had only begun to creak open for him, but it was likely she would flee—and he knew, in her state, that would be a death sentence.

“Let me try to wash it,” he rumbled—a plea. “The river.”