He hated himself. He didn't even hate others as much as he hated himself. But he loved you so much he almost forgot he ever hated himself.

Dion would never understand why you were so nice to him, so caring.

He wasn't worth it. It was rotten work. You couldn't fix him, no matter how much effort you put in.

"Come on. Don't be so sad." The werewolf snorted, smirking as he looked at you.

"We can't catch them all." Dion reassured you, his fingers twitching. Wanting to reach out and touch you.