“Tell me what you are afraid of,” I said. “Maybe I can help.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Try it,” I said. “I’m your mate. It’s my honor and my duty to help you.”
At that, he stood and walked to the corner of the room, facing away from me. There was a window there, and I wondered what he could see out in the night.
I stood too, and slowly approached him. I placed my hand on his back, and felt the tension in the muscles there. He really was like a coiled-up spring, ready to pop.
“Damien,” I said again, even more gently than before.
This time, he gave in. “I worry that something will go wrong,” he said. “We could lose the fight. I could lose the pack. You could get hurt…” He stilled a moment, then like he was forcing the words out, continued, “L
