Darcy Branwyn

Songs from my playlist: Let’s talk. Danielle has a common werewolf condition that makes her age-regress into a sixteen year old; that was when she first began transitioning into a wolf. The alpha of each pack is expected to keep an eye on anyone with this condition because they can be sensitive to change.

Tangled Moon:

…“My dad told you what happened?”

“He’s worried about you.”

She backed away, still sitting with her legs tucked beneath her. “It was her, the other me.”

“What was she saying to you?”

Danielle looked away, heat bursting over her face and down her neck. “She told me you weren’t coming back.”

“You’d said something about that before I left.”

She nodded. “But it gets worse.”

“What did she say?” he repeated.

Danielle couldn’t stand to have him looking at her, it was too humiliating. She flopped down and grabbed a pillow, putting it over her face. She spoke through it.

“She thought she was back when my parents kicked me out. She kept saying you were my adoptive dad.” She blew out a breath. “That you were her dad and you’d abandoned her because she was a freak and a demon…”

Her throat closed up. Damn, was it still bothering her that much? It was years ago. She felt the pillow being moved away. She closed her eyes, not able to look at him. She wiped away a tear that slid down her face.  

“All right,” he said. “That’s enough. I’m not letting you get worked up over it.” He reached for her and she let him pull her onto his lap.

“Am I going to lose my mind?” she whispered.

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes finally, lifting them slowly to him. He didn’t look disgusted by her. He wiped a second tear from her cheek.

“You’ve been triggered recently, you’re pregnant, and they tried to separate us yesterday. No, you’re not losing your mind. You’ve just been pushed too far.”

“Is that my husband talking, or my alpha?”

He smiled. “Maybe both. But since I am both, it’s my call.”

Thank God. The rest of their pack would have had her in rehabilitation by now. How humiliating. That was for adolescents and werewolves that were losing their minds….

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