Chapter 22 A Picture With Memories And Feelings

• Lawson couldn't tear his gaze away from the picture in front of him and ran his fingertips along the glass. Several memories came to his mind, as well as feelings that he hid deep inside, deep down inside and that no matter how hard he had fought to bury them, they were still there in the end. Inside him.
• He put his hand to his chest and wrinkled the uniform where he tightened the fabric. If only that night hadn't happened, if only he had stopped them and locked Raven in his room and bonded with her by claiming her as his destined mate, if only they hadn't played games, if only he had been brave enough to stand up to his brother for the she-wolf, if only his family hadn't been destroyed, if only his hatred hadn't been unfounded to the point of nearly driving him insane and now being a brutal sphere of fuzzy facts, he wondered where their relationship would have ended. It was hard for him to admit it, but he knew himself too well to know that he wasn't so in control when he was young.
• He heard Raven stir on the piece of furniture and was alarmed almost to the point of dropping the painting. Realizing that the commander had only settled on the couch he returned the picture to its more attentive place to see if the she-wolf would get up, apparently she was resting, and took a pen from the container returning to his desk. Not realizing that the photo had put her on her front, not lying face down which was her primary position.