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Sam
I thought I’d suffered enough in this lifetime, but I’m literally dying inside. How could the perfect day with Layne be so beautiful and painful at the same time?
My wolf wants to fight, but there’s no one to tear apart. No one to punish for the illness she’s suffered. The one that will steal her from this life far too soon.
I keep her in my arms or as close to my side for the rest of the adventure—the champagne toast after our landing, and the ride back.
Even so, I’m retreating into myself. Without a fight, my wolf wants the next best thing—to run. The clank of machinery whirs in my ears, getting louder and louder by the minute.
Somehow, I get us back to Laurie’s guest house, but I can hardly hear Layne when she talks, and I have no idea if I even answer.
My phone rings and
