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               Thereâs a small part of him that worries he might not be good at this â helping people. Afterall, what does he really know about the wolf? Asfar as heâs concerned heâs just a pup. A newbie whoâs flailing through a lifeinvolving the supernatural that heâs never known. But⊠maybe this isnât aboutthe wolf at all. Maybe this is just about not feeling alone. And Ryan knows allabout that. Waking up in a forest with no idea what happened or whatâs goingon. Discovering the pull of a full moon all by himself, the added strength, theheightened hearing, it had been intensely overloading. He wished heâd found thesmall town of Hollow Grove during his early years. The sanctuary it offeredwould have taken a load of anxiety off his back.
                So maybe thatâs what this isabout. Itâs not about how much he knows about being a werewolf. Itâs not aboutthe supernatural at all. Itâs about how much he knows about comfort. Aboutsupport. About being a rock. Human ( because heâs that, too). And maybe itâs a little bitabout being selfish â about pouring his attention into someone else ( keep yourself busy, donât think about how you got like this,about Spencer ).
                Letting out a breath androlling his shoulders, Ryan shifts from one foot to the other outside the hoteldoor. Itâs an odd place to be living but, then again, he has no room to talk ( the motel heâd stayed in his first week wasnât nearly as nice asthe loft he has now ). Whatever works. And after coming to Hollow Grove heâs surehousing is the last thing on most peopleâs minds.
                Rapping his knuckles againstthe wood of the door, he waited, a small trey of assorted coffeeâs and teas inhis hand, a bag of pastries and breakfast sandwiches in the other. Hopefullyheâd guessed correctly in what she liked â or at least comeclose. Thereâs a moment after his knock where Ryanâs thrown into completesilence. And then his ears pick up the soft pad of footsteps on the other sideof the door. The young wolfâs not sure what heâs expecting, or who, rather, butitâs certainly not her. The woman who opens the dooris clad in sweatpants that are a size to big and a sweatshirt to match. Dirtyblonde hair ruffled and falling past her shoulders. Blue eyes as clear as themorning sky. Theyâre caught there for half a beat, taking each other in, beforehe speaks â âUh, hi,â his voice is ruff against his throat, like heâsforgotten how to talk, and he offers an awkward and lopsided smile to try andrecover. âIâm â Sophia sent me. Iâm Ryan.â
                Heâs usually not like this. Notthis⊠flustered. Or this nervous. But the gravity of the situations juststruck him full in the chest. The magnitude of it. Ryan is here to help her ( Allison Gray, a voice reminds him ) and for the first time ina long time heâs afraid â afraid that he might fail in that job. That hemight fail her. And he doesnât want that.Heâd failed someone before, someone who meant much more to him than a stranger,and it nearly destroyed him. Ryan wouldnât suffer through that heartache again.Not if he can help it.
                So itâs not really pity. Ormaybe it is, but itâs something else, too. Something that sits deep inside thepit of his stomach. He knows her eyes, heâs seen that weariness before. Thatexhaustion. That sadness. The fear. âThese, uh â I brought you some coffee. Or tea,â he clears histhroat, shifting his gaze to the assorted trey in his hand. âAnd some food. Iwasnât⊠I didnât know what you liked so I got a few things.â A sigh shiftspast his lips, heart thundering against his ribs, so loud heâs sure she canhear it. âIâm here to help. I â I want to help,â he lifts hiseyes to her, soft, understanding. âWhatever you need. I just â I want tohelp you.â