He brought you back to his pack, not knowing what else to do. It's been a week since the raid, and you haven't spoken once. You haven't touched any food or drink he brought you. You haven't moved from the bed in the room he put you in. He has hardly left your side the whole time, but you haven't even looked at him. He watches you from a chair in the corner of the room, trying to detangle a web of emotions he's never felt before, trying to figure out why your every tear hurts him so much.
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