Healing Hands

POV Kaelen

*She is such a small thing,* Varkos purred low and deep in my mind.

I picked up my heavy metal pen with my good hand and signed the bottom of a pack requisition form. The intense, adrenaline-fueled high of my recent bloody victory faded beneath the crushing weight of guilt. I had brought my fragile mate pure fear yet again. I sat heavily at my massive mahogany desk, my muscles aching