Lily’s hands trembled at the memory of Zayn’s last transformation. The way he’d looked at her with those wild amber eyes, caught between man and beast. She quickly scribbled down on paper again, before pushing it to Zayn.
‘How can I help?’
“My wolf… becomes harder to control. Last time was barely manageable,” He explained carefully, uncertain what else to say. His fingers drummed against the table as he considered his response.
“Your presence,” he finally admitted, the words appearing to cost him. “When you were there last time, I could… regain control. I’m hoping it will be the same.”
Lily nodded without hesitation, she was willing to help.
Something flickered in Zayn’s eyes. Was it relief? Perhaps it was something deeper, something he didn’t dare acknowledge.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, the words felt foreign on his tongue.
