#Chapter 36 – Home Sour Home
Alyson
Ryan holds me at last.
It feels just like I had recalled, just as I had dreamed about for so long, and I groan when he shifts, praying he isn't intending on getting up. His arms pull me back up into his lap, curled up on the couch in our suite, laid out under a heavy, furry blanket that feels more like a shield than anything else right now. The fire burns nearby in the fireplace and the smell of burnt cedar swarms the room.
It reminds me of the woods where I was assaulted a few days back.
"Stop it," Ryan hums, his wolf growling through his voice gently, his mind heavy on my thoughts. I have missed him in my mind-link. It feels comfortable having him back in my head. "Please, think of positive things, darling. You're back here with me."
"And what of—" I cough slightly, choking on my inhale. "—Olivera?"