Redsand Canyon her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle

Donovan listens with bated breath as she speaks of her past life — her past mate. He knows his own past cannot compare to the hurt and pains he knows of. Sure he lost his family, but truly that’s the only real loss he’s ever known. He’s lucky to have been numbed to others death as a pup, a teenager. His father made sure of it.

He doesn’t know why, but certain emotions swirl within his breast. He’s passed. Even though he has no right to be. He’s raped and killed and done all the  horrible shit she just mentioned. He’s just as bad as him — the dark figure of her past that she speaks of. He tries to put it to the back of his mind and it seems she has an epiphany. She gasps and looks to him, beautiful eyes wide. He wants to comfort her, then all of a sudden he’s pissed again. These stupid primal emotions always getting the best of him. He’s fucking weak. 

As she mentions. Their first meeting, the past events playback in his mind. It was nice, very pleasant to bask in her company like that. Look at the stars, talk about fairy tail shit, not have to really worry about anything. Though clearly he was wrong, he should’ve been worrying about shit. Do you think he was watching us — that night at the lake? She’s asking and Donovan pans down to her, a face that conveys all of conflicting emotions. 

“Had to have been. Where the fuck is he? I’ll rip his fucking throat out if he thinks he can try and make an example out of us. Out of you.” He growls.