Liz
My heart ached for him. This man, this strong and powerful man, had masked his fears and worries so thoroughly that no one knew how much he was struggling on the inside. Sure, they saw his scars, but I had a feeling that, like mine, no one asked. To them, staying quiet was better, safer.
Had I been the only one that had dared to ask? Was I the first person to ever show an ounce of concern for him? I wondered if Cade knew. Did his mother? Or was she one of the ones who partook in decorating his body with memories that would give him nightmares for the rest of his life?
He was trying so hard to not be like his father and that was already an improvement from our current alpha. Alpha Marcus didn't care about being better or improving. He didn't care about what he could change to improv
