(Uriel)
When we arrive at the refugee camp, I do my best to keep Aksana from feeling my nerves. As loathe as I am to admit, part of me is still terribly afraid that my people will blame me for everything that’s happened. My angel of a mate did wonder about assuaging my own guilt, but it broke my heart that now she blames herself for all of this. The Alpha in me kind of wants them to lash out at me, because I know I can take it and at the end of the day the responsibility is my own. The man in me, however, is beyond agitated by the thought of the pain this would surely bring.
Aksana glances up at me as we move towards the tents, leaning her slight weight into my side and sending a rush of affection through our bond.
‘It will be okay’, Moon says to Lobo. I pulled her a bit closer, purring
