363 Comforting Violet

Graeme didn't have the heart to move Violet off of him where she had tucked herself into his side, finally calming down in her sleep. She was unconsciously seeking comfort—a safe haven from the monsters that hunted her—and after all that she had been through, he just couldn't bring himself to push her away like he knew he probably should.

Wolves were pack animals. They instinctually sought out each other's physical presence for comfort. That is all that Violet was doing. Anyone in the pack who could sense the trauma that she had been through would stay and allow here this innocent comfort as she slept. And it seemed as though she badly needed the rest.

So Graeme stayed perched on the bed with one leg extended and one leg hanging off, his arms tucked behind his head as he lay against the headboard staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had transpired.