#Chapter 112: A day at home

Nan’s POV My hands shook. I had been able to retain my composure until Lionel was resting. Then the events of the day hit me. Lionel’s abused form…the sound of his flesh giving way beneath their fists…the terrifying snarls of an enraged wolf. It was too much. ‘I almost failed.’ Tears burn my eyes. ‘I could have lost everything.’ The idea of nearly losing the possibility of mating gives me anxiety. My head feels too full. My thoughts are all over the place. Going over everything that happened…everything that could have gone wrong…everything I could have done better. I feel like I should be doing something. That maybe moving about or doing something productive might make it go away. I find myself unable to move. I am left staring into space. Not knowing how to process. Unable to fully relax in the aftermath. “Nan.” Lionel’s sleep voice is deep and gravely. “Yeah?” I ask shakily. ‘One downside of the bond,’ I think uncomfortably, ‘is that I can no longer hid