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.

body is cold and light and she

movement.

think she might be delirious.

into shock. Women would go catatonic at the sight of a dead son or husband. And our warriors coming back, they would lose their minds

own meltdown once and the rage I unleashed…it definitely

knew the whole

the many

I lift her body to my ear and press her chest to my head listening for her pulse, but

wolf howls in my head.

heart is racing.

drag her against me so her face is close

she doesn’t move, doesn’t respond.

feet up the mountain and debate whether to put her down and

I can command her wolf to rise.

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