Begging to be Ruined

My heart stopped. Rip it out? What did that even mean? Was that something he could actually do? My wolf’s ears perked up inside me, and she let out a low growl that wasn’t angry, more like it was curious, needy. She was pacing again, tail flicking, eyes glowing.

He’ll take care of it, she purred, her voice sharp and insistent in my head, he’ll tear it out of us and you’ll finally stop aching. Let