Friday
Corvins POV
Elle thoughtlessly disturbed his blessed silence and insisted that she stay. He didn’t know how he would restore his beautifully restrictive defenses. Then she witnessed his fall, unbidden and unwanted.
She saw him at his worst and still refused to leave. He tried to force her to leave, but she wouldn’t. He didn’t want to give in to her presence, that tiny little nagging feeling. Everything was going to be alright. Elle was here. She had kept him going in the darkest of times, and now she wanted to be with him.
If she were to reject him now, it would finish off his crushed soul. He desperately did not want to give her that chance. But Remus insisted that Corvin not chase her off.
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Dear Reader, Thank you for joining me on Elle's adventure through what is to her a whole new world. I really hope you enjoy it! But as you go through, I would love to hear your thoughts and feelings. Comment or reach out to me on F*. Also, this is my last edit on this version. It will be marked completed by the end of the week. Much Love and Light, Byerly B. CORVINS POV Corvin was a vigorous 15-year-old lycan boy with bright grey eyes and his pack’s distinctive silver hair. He was the alpha’s son, thoroughly trained to prepare for the day he would take his father’s esteemed place. But he didn’t plan on doing that for many years. He was a good child who usually behaved well for his parents and foun
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