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Marissa?”
    “He picked me up about halfway through his little adventure. I lived with my mom at the time because my dad died when I was a baby, so it was just us. Raul came into our home one night, forced us in the trunk of his car and took us out to his workshop . That’s what he called it. I won’t bore you with the details, but my mom didn’t make it. Raul decided he liked me and turned me. He kept me in a cage until we moved to the next location. We moved a lot. He called me his mate and did things, bad things to me whenever he wanted. Afterward, he would make me watch him kill other girls. I was ten.” Her voice faltered, and she paused and closed her eyes. Her hands shook and she pulled them into her lap, out of sight.
    “Look, my point is, when a girl goes through something traumatic, such as watching a person she loves die, her view on the world gets messed up. She wonders why did she lived when the person she loved didn’t?
    “Morgan’s pushing you away because she is scared. Life is short, and losing her sister in such a way? It will make her want to live her life to the fullest to honor her. She won’t want to tether herself to a man for the wrong reasons. She is wrong, obviously. Even a human could tell how strong your connection is, but she’s scared of making the wrong decision. She is feeling like you don’t want to marry her for the right reasons, so she’ll push you away until you give up. You have to show her you care about her. Her. Not the silver wolf. Morgan. You are a beast, Grey. Your wolf is a freaking brute and you just let her leave. I get that you don’t want to push her after everything she’s been through, but buck up and go get your mate.” She leaned back for the waitress to put her plate of food in front of her. “But then again, what do I know? I’m only a kid.”
    He took a long pull of root beer and studied the girl. No wonder she had been afraid of him. She looked like a child, but really, that part of her life had been stolen from her. And for as much as she seemed to function normally, what Raul had done would haunt her life forever. He wanted to kill the man who’d done this to her. Wanted to torture the black soul who would ruin a little girl like that psychopath had done. She was wise beyond her years and she was right. Everything she’d said made sense, where he’d felt nothing but confusion for weeks. He’d messed up and explained it wrong, and when he should’ve been fixing things with Morgan, he’d let Wolf take over instead. “When did you become so brave, telling the Big Bad Wolf when he is being thick-headed?”
    “When I figured out the Big Bad Wolf would probably understand me better than anyone else in my pack. Our makers were both monsters. Rachel told me about yours. I know I’m a freak so it’s nice to have another freak around for company.” She smiled and threw a french fry at him. “This is awful, by the way.”
    His steak sandwich did smell a little ripe. He chuckled, pushed his plate away and then flagged the waitress and asked for the check. If Marissa could brave telling him about her past, he could stand taking her to the Italian bistro down the street that he and Morgan had frequented. Memories be damned. After everything she’d been through, Marissa at the very least deserved a decent meal.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    Naked trees lined the long gravel drive to Dean’s house, their dry, crackling cover now blanketing the forest floor below. The color of fall leaves had turned to the grays and browns that now painted the landscape in a messy, muted winter canvas. The shocks on Morgan’s truck were decent, but still, potholes that had been washed out in the rain threatened to swallow her oversized tires. Around another curve, Dean and Rachel’s house came into view, as beautiful as the first time she’d seen it two months ago. God, it felt like so much longer. Sometimes she felt like the wolf inside of her had always been there--that