A dark path laid with thorns

The body before her shifted back and Daphne held steady, but it didn’t seem her quiet words were enough to wake the wolf that was sleeping before her. Instead, she laid her head across Grimshaw’s shoulder, resuming her quiet white noise shushing, slowing and deepening her own breathing to travel through the places where their bodies connected. Her hope was that it might connect with him somewhere subconsciously, and might help him fight whatever demons it was he was battling in his dreams.

It wasn’t much, but it was all she could offer, and she only hoped he’d be ok with her presence whenever it was he finally found his way back to the waking world.

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