Happy Tuesday, peeps. There is something very special about today's picture I think. I hope you like my take on it :-)
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Logan woke up gasping for breath, having relived every minute detail of that horrible moment. The one time he’d been helpless, too damn fucking useless to protect the ones he loved. Fists clenched, unshed tears stinging his eyes, he wanted to rage. To tear apart flesh and bones and seek the revenge denied to him. Through the rising mist, the terror stalking his muscles, he heard the one voice able to pull him back from the brink.
The bed dipped and her sweet scent engulfed him, driving away the stench of blood and piss, of decay, the chilling reality of death. Grabbing blindly for his anchor in this world, he let the tears fall, not ashamed of this moment of weakness.
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. You’re home with me. Everything’s okay. Let it go.”
Narinda’s soothing lilt calmed the savage beast inside him, as he gulped in air, desperate to keep control, lest he hurt her too.
Her tears scolded his skin, their salty taste, another reminder of what they would lose, if he didn’t get this under control. He couldn’t let them win, wouldn’t become the monster they’d trained him to be.
To shift was out of the question.
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