Tears welled in his eyes, tracing a path down his cheeks as he struggled to find words to express the weight of his emotions. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, the words catching in his throat. "I... I didn't mean to..."
Without hesitation, Clyde enveloped him in a comforting embrace, offering solace and reassurance in the face of Yves's anguish.
"Shh, it's okay," he murmured soothingly, his voice a gentle murmur against the turmoil of Yves's emotions. "I know it wasn't you. It felt like... like you were under the sway of some malevolent force, like a puppet in the hands of a demon."
As the weight of Clyde's words settled upon him, Yves found himself engulfed in a torrent of emotions, his sobs echoing against the sturdy chest of the Alpha who held him close.
Memories of the earlier incident flooded his mind like a relentless tide, overwhelming him with their intensity.