I wanted to love him...I wanted to feel the passion he felt for me.
I took him to bed that night.
Kissed him.
Held him.
Made love to him.
Impregnated him.
I claimed him that night.
I never let go of him.
My wolf would never allow me too...
he claimed the one person I couldn't make myself love.
I always asked myself why.
Until, the day.
The day he told me,
that our child was killing him.
It was like me,
and it was destroying him from the inside.
I never got my child,
he never got my heart.
I wanted to love him...
I told him I did.
I never knew that I did,
until the day
he fell through that curtain.
Leaving me to raise our cub...
I hold her now,
knowing she'll never take his place.
Knowing that this time,
I will have a child.
Why couldn't have it been him here?
Instead of her...