"Oh, sweetheart." Carr murmured sadly, reaching up to tuck those strands of hair back behind her ear. He did it without thinking about it; somewhere between meeting Molly as a human, then a wolf, and now, part of him had begun to think of her as pack.
"It's not your fault." He knew it'd be hard for her to believe that, but he'd do what he could to convince her it wasn't.