“We’ll find them,” she vowed. “I can’t smell them the way you can but I’ll find a way to help.” She bent her head over his curly one, her loose hair falling over his face. “Shhh, now. It will be okay. We’ll find them.”
Reaching out to tangle a single strand of hair in his fingers, he nodded jerkily and sniffed, gazing up at her with puffy eyes. “W-what if they hurt you too? They…I can’t lose you as well, Summer…” He trembled and pressed his face to her shoulder.
“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.”