What the he ll?

Leah pitches sideways onto the floor and convulses.

She gags and coughs again and more blood splatters the ground.

This isn’t panic or even some manic episode. This is more than grief.

Something is very wrong.

I jam my phone and keys into my pocket and sweep Leah up into my arms. I don’t bother with shoes or locking the door. I barrel out of the little cabin and start the hike up the incline, running as much as I can and only slowing so I don’t jostle her too hard or let her fall.

She’s wheezing and she doesn’t smell right.

and light and she groans

movement.

she might

remember some of my packmates going into shock. Women would go catatonic at the sight of a dead

rage I unleashed…it definitely played a

Leah knew the whole

knew the many ways I’ve wronged

goes lifeless in my arms. I lift her body

in

heart is

her face is

doesn’t move, doesn’t respond.

last forty feet up the mountain and debate whether to put her down and begin CPR or to get her

I can command her wolf to rise.

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