***[POV: Wise White Wolf]***
Settling the pup against me in the gradually warming space of her shipping container, I wondered how long I would last doing only… exactly what she asked.
Trying to convince myself that respecting her choice meant staying put while she handled a threat alone.
That the changes in her will be enough. How a single werewolf, while they are both out in the wild, isn't like getting surrounded within a locked room.
I still hate thinking about that day.
I've been mad before. I've had to kill before.
But my heart had never dropped so hard over any violence I'd seen as it did when walking in that room and seeing fangs around *her* neck.
I was sure that I cared for her. That I wanted her as a mate.
That I respected her. Would protect her to my utmost.
And while in my heart I knew the situation I stormed into couldn't possibly be something she wanted…
I would have killed anyone on her. Even *if* she wanted them there.
