-Garrett-
I felt more than happy, more than just content. I felt like I had a true purpose in life. I was tending to my mate in every way possible. First in bed, and now making sure she got energy from the food I brought her. It was pure instinct, but I couldn’t resist it.
My wolf was just as happy as I was, as I picked out enough food for Lily. For the first time in a long while, he wasn’t growling at me for keeping us away from our mate, nor was he snapping or pacing inside me. He was calm, present, sometimes even voicing his opinion on what food would be good for her or what might make her feel better.
It was perfect—except for one small detail. She was sick. Dying even, and I still had to figure out how to save her. How do you save someone from death?
“Garrett?” I turned as I was
