“Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”
― Mitch Albom
“It was her mind’s way of locking away her memories so Alistair couldn’t get to them.” Dr. Danvers was tapping his notepad with his pen as he explained the situation to Xavier. “I believe he was going through her mind, judging from the newly formed mark on her neck when she was brought in here. He must have marked her to find out information only she must have been privy too.”
Xavier swallowed, fighting back tears of anguish. Rose had been intimately acquainted with pack accoun
