“They won’t,” she said confidently. /I know what werewolves taste like in my mind now./ “It’s okay, chere, it’s okay.” She smoothed a thumb over his cheek, wiping away teartracks. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I won’t go anywhere without telling you, okay? It’s safe here.”
“O-okay,” he conceded with a slow and heavy nod, before he pushed into her roaming fingers and nodded once more. “Okay…okay, promise? Because…because I can’t lose you, not you, Summer…” He rambled fearfully and pressed his face to her neck, inhaling her scent as he calmed himself slightly.
“I promise. You won’t lose me. Everything’s going to be fine.” Summer stroked his back, trying to ease out the tension in his muscles. “Try to relax, okay? I don’t think there’s anything we can do right now. You want to clean some of this blood off?”