Featured Read: Belle and the Beast

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She's running from her past. All he wants is to remember his. Together they could build a future - if they will just give in to their hearts.


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Dax headed across the kitchen and through the cold cellar to a door on the other side. He pulled it open and stepped into the large dining hall. Several long tables lined the room, and Dax walked to the closest one and sat on it. He unbuttoned the top of his tunic as Belle strode forward with a rag, bowl and bandages.

“Don't be startled,” he said.

“You think I haven't seen a man's chest before? I saw yours just last night.”

“That's not what I mean.”

She set the bowl and supplies down next to him and stepped forward. Dax stared at her for a minute and then pulled his tunic open. Belle blinked several times and then her head cocked to the side, the same way Chloe did.

“Is this a jest?” She pushed his tunic aside and looked at his entire chest. A confused expression crossed her face and then her soft fingers pushed aside the fabric again. “But... you had wounds all over you.”

“I heal fast.”

“I shot you last night. This isn't possible.” She pushed the tunic off him and ran her fingers over his skin, making him twitch. “But—”

She rounded him to look at his back before he could move, and gasped. Dax jumped from the table. She stared at him in horror. “I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—”

“Like I said, I heal fast.” His gut twisted at the expression of knowing and pity in her eyes.

Only the wolves had ever seen his scars. If Flint had seen them in their travels together, he'd never said anything. But then, Flint too wasn't a stranger to scars.

Dax had tried to count them once, but they crisscrossed every surface of his back so tightly packed that he had a hard time telling one from another.

“Where... where did you get all those?” she whispered.

“I don't know who caused them,” Dax lied. “But I got them here.”

Belle shook her head. “I'm sorry. I am so sorry.”

“It's nothing,” he replied. “We all have scars. I just wear most of mine on my skin.”

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