A total failure, that was what this was.
When I laid eyes on our mate, wounded and afraid in that dark, desolate room, my wolf howled in righteous fury. We vowed, then, that it would be the last time she'd suffer. We would protect her with our lives, take care of her, and ensure she got everything she deserved.
But what happened this past few months wasn't even close to that goal. My youngest brother had repeatedly disrespected her; she was almost kidnapped, and now she was bedridden due to a grievous wound. And it was more a shame on us that it was caused by her desire to save Ezio.
And then I had to bring her even more pain as I forced her to shift just so she could survive.
We were all utter disappointments. Did we even have a right to call ourselves her mates?
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