---- kids without fear. When I first shifted at thirteen, I lost control during my first transformation and rampaged through the pack's hunting grounds in terrified confusion. Garrett risked entering the trap-filled forest alone and tracked me for three days and three nights, refusing all offers of help. When he finally found me and emerged from the thorny undergrowth, he was covered in wounds and exhausted, but he carried me gently in his jaws. I was completely unharmed. When I was learning healing arts and everyone doubted my abilities, saying I was too young and too emotional, only Garrett stayed by my side, encouraging and supporting me through every failure and setback. Half the credit for my determination to become a healer belonged to Garrett and his unwavering faith in me. And every time I got sick, Garrett would watch over my bedside, caring for me meticulously, staying awake all night to monitor my fever and make sure I was comfortable. ---- "Oh goddess," I breathed, seeing it all in a completely new light.