Abby was absolutely terrified of being mated to a werewolf. Even though she had been around werewolves for some time now and she knew that I was a werewolf, that did little to abate her fears of being with one intimately.
We were now sitting on a raised area that had probably been used as a loading dock when the warehouse was in use. Abby had her arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them close to her chest with her face buried underneath her hair. I could see the wolf that the Alpha called Christian not too far away from where we were now, watching us, assuring himself and his wolf that his mate was going to be safe. My heart hurts a bit seeing that, but I do my best to shove those feelings away. I could deal with them at a later date. Right now, my friend needs me more.
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