The Pack's Dragon
Everleigh Milesyou call for help but nobody camei don't feel safe anymorenow i drive alone past your street
“Poor puppy. Why have you not said anything about this…?”
Cameron shrugged and reached out, cupping her shoulders and stroking down the rounds of her arms, to her hands, and linking their fingers, his eyes on the contrast of her white, smooth skin against the work-roughened callouses of his. “I have dreams… Nightmares,” he corrected himself. “Blood and gore, horror sort of nightmares. Moments from Haven Farm, or getting shot… Or Heath covered in blood, Rhett chained to the wall… Stomach-churning nightmares.” His skin prickled with sweat just recalling them.