She kissed the mulish set of his lips. “Just think of me as the extension of your eyes and ears for the pack, Ben.”
His eyes brimmed with emotion, strong hands skimming down to curve over her butt. “Not my eyes and ears, Willow. My heart. You’re my heart.”
As he claimed her lips for another toe-curling kiss, she realized that without all the ugliness that had come into her life, she would never have known this man. Was he her reward? Maybe. But to have this man in her life, she would go through the fires of hell again and again.
And if hell should ever rear its unwelcome head again, Willow knew without a doubt she would never be alone. Ben would always be at her side.
THE END