A bad dream

Harold felt anger rise within him again, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. Seeing how the colour of his eyes was changing at the slightest annoyance now, he couldn't afford to get angry and scare her. He was relieved that she was alive and she was awake now. That was what was most important to him. 

"I'm here now. No one will hurt you again," Harold promised, but she refused to let go, so he sighed as he lay down beside her and cuddled her.

Harold was torn between going to get things ready to take her out of the palace for a while, and staying there with her. 

She looked scared, and it made him worried. Ever since he knew her, he had never seen her like this. She had not even looked this scared the first time he met her in the mountains in his wolf form. She was always in control, always noisy and causing trouble. She didn't fear anyone. But looking at her now, she was different. She was broken. And it hurt him.