As I suspected, after Maggie’s rally yesterday, she was less responsive this morning, but still interactive. I had been with the pack for a week and my leave was rapidly running out. I was either going to have to quit my job and stay here to continue caring for Maggie or break my promise and leave before she died. I did not feel right about leaving because that would require rejecting Maverick and I couldn't -- I didn't want to reject him. I wasn't completely decided on staying and accepting his world, but rejection was off the table, that much I knew. Plus, the more time I spent with Maverick, the more I liked him.
Plus, there was the whole matter of Sam who was still on the loose. The longer I was with the pack, the more terrified I was at how much danger I had been in. Thank goodness
