Olivia
The therapist’s office had a calming energy, filled with muted colors and soft, plush chairs that seemed designed to absorb tension. A diffuser filled the air with a faint scent of lavender, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.
Despite this, my wolf was pacing inside of me, just as uneasy and restless as I felt at that moment.
When Nathan had first told me that he wanted to try therapy, I was utterly taken aback. He had seemed so averse to the idea when we took our trip to the city, and yet now here he was, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks for our first appointment.
“I want to make a good impression,” he had said that morning as we were getting ready. “If this therapist is gonna become… well, ‘our’ therapist, then I want to create a nice image.”
I had chuckl
