Songs from my writing playlist: Father Figure. My werewolves only age when in human form so that decelerates their aging process. Lothar is older than Danielle and began shifting when he was only fourteen, so while they look good together, he’s actually got some mileage on her. Danielle has a condition called Arrested Development. Due to her being raised human with no one to train her, she age-regresses into a teenager.
Lothar, as her alpha, is expected to guide her through her moments of confusion. Danielle (both of her personalities) are in love with him, which makes for some interesting predicaments that Lothar finds himself in.
…“I need you,” she said. “I can keep you from hurting him. I know I can. Can’t you just let yourself go? You said after the trial, and this is after.”
She lifted her head, her hair sticking to her wet face, saw his eyes were obsidian. His face was set with stubborn determination.
“Some of us aren’t so perfect,” she said. “Some of us actually have needs.” It was a low blow, she knew, but she couldn’t bring herself to take it back. “I can’t keep living like this. Sooner or later I need you to stop having so damn much self-control.”
“Who are you right now?” he asked.
“Does it matter? Wouldn’t you have me regardless of where my head is at?”
He took a breath, let it out, and then he looked at her seriously and nodded. “Yes, I would have you. Even your youngest self,” he confessed.
She didn’t care. “They all want you,” she whispered. “Especially the scared girl.”
Something changed. It was like a barbed wire fence inside of his mind had bent and given way. She sensed it; a tsunami breaking against a flood wall, and the wall crumbling beneath it.
Lothar slid to his knees, wound his arms around her, and pulled her onto him. He stood, lifting them both up, her legs wrapped around his waist…
Repeat after me: I (state name) am so addicted to Darcy that I will sell my firstborn, all of my blood, and my soul to support her blog…
Darcy Branwyn 
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