He wanted to hate them. Oh how much he wanted to despise them. And for the most part, he did. He hated and despised vampires more than he hated himself for being a sucky brother over the years. But then there came persons like Jennifer, which he met before at Cole’s graveyard, and the girl left a good impression on him, inspite of her nature. And now that she was there to comfort him, a much better impression. He didn’t have the strength to push her away, not even if he wanted, which he didn’t. He found comfort in her arms, reason why he let himself sink into her embrace, his eyes closing as he released a deep sigh.
Jennifer let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. His anger would backlash--not only was it a trigger for the wolf inside of him, but it was also a dangerous place to be, mentally. And she didn't want him to go there. She didn't want him to blame himself. "I'm sorry, honey." Jennifer whispered into his hair, her thumb sliding over the fabric of his shirt, tracing soft circles. "I'm so sorry."












