Theon's POV
Trinity cried in our arms until she fell asleep. Really, who could blame her? We told her we were damn werewolves, and that threw her world upside down. Her mother taught her there were no monsters under the bed, and we just showed her that it was all a lie. Except for this time, the monsters would be in bed...
Once her sobs diminished, she went limp in my arms; we put her to bed. Little sniffs came from her tiny nose, and her body immediately curled around Thaddeus while letting out a heavy sigh.
"See, I told you that she would be alright," Thaddeus whispered as he petted her hair. I scoffed while I grabbed a warm washcloth to wipe away her makeup. Trinity didn't need it; her eyes were beautiful, like two summer willow trees blowing in the tall grasses of the Felician Meado
