"Don't worry, they are off your head now that my hermano is back. He won't let anyone take you back into a cell." Zoe said, hugging Viola from the side where she was also sitting on the bed, her fingers still gentle from drying Viola's hair moments ago.
A huge lump rose in her throat. If this water business, or anything else connecting her to the creatures of the sea, didn't leave her, would she eventually be forced to become an enemy to these wonderful people she had come to know and consider family? She didn't want to be on the other side of the fence with them. She wanted to be here, to be what they were, a werewolf. She wanted to remain someone that Sebastian would accept, someone he would never cast away.
"Thank you, Zoe..."
Viola smiled weakly, slowly becoming aware that Nick was still holding her hand, now interlocking their fingers in a way Sebastian always did, and she frowned upon feeling her body instinctively reject that little hold and closeness.
