A Werewolf's Heart Part 1.3

He rubbed her back. "Yes, of course," he kissed her forehead and stood.

she stood up also, taking his hand. "Is there anything else you can tell me about myself?" She asked. "Like, little things I do that make you smile or whatever."

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Just be you. That's what I love most."

"But I don't know who I am." she said softly, looking down.

"More and more of you is starting to shine through," he murmured and kissed her cheek, soothing her. "You can tell that Conall sees it, too. So does little Izzy, though she's not sure what she sees."

She sighed, frowning still. "It's still hard."

He lifted her chin gently and softly pressed his lips to hers. "It's alright. Don't stress over it, sweetheart. Though you don't remember, you are still you."

"But I don't know who I am." she said again. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and buried her face in his chest.

"You are the love of my life. My mate. The mother of my children. You are the one who keeps me calm, the one who makes me happy. The one I want to hold all night and for the rest of my life," he kissed the top of her head.

A tear fell down her face and she only held him tighter.

He stroked her hair softly, his lips pressed to her forehead.

She cried for a little while, holding herself close to him.

He held her, letting her cry as he stroked her hair lovingly.

Slowly, she stopped, but still clung to him. "I'm sorry..." she whispered softly.

"What's there to be sorry for, sweetheart," he asked in a whisper, kissing her forehead.

"For just breaking down like I did." she said softly.

"That's nothing to be sorry for, love," he kissed her cheek, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

she nodded, leaning into his touch. "You really nice." she said softly.

He kissed her cheek, smiling softly at her. "I try," he chuckled softly.

She smiled, "Am I faster than you?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. Why," he asked curiously, tilting his head.

"Because I think you should try to catch me." she smirked, changing into a wolf. She did this all the time, just didn't know it.

He chuckled and shifted into his wolf form, chasing after her. He wouldn't tell her that she usually did this. He'd let her figure it out.

she laughed, running away from him. He was bigger than he was so his stride was longer and he was catching up.

He sped up and playfully tackled her to the ground, very careful not to hurt her. Gotcha!