His ears flatten.
His tail stays low.
Then, he gives one tentative wag.
I stare.
“No...”
His head tilts.
“No.”
He lets out the saddest little whine.
“Oh...”
Everything comes rushing back.
The little boy.
The blood.
The flash of fur.
The Alpha.
The panic.
It wasn't a dream.Or a hallucination.
None of it.
“Oh my God.”
My heartbeat explodes.
The room tilts.
I scramble backward.
“No.”
The Wolf doesn't move.
He just watches me.
Whining.
Looking sad.
Heartbroken, actually.
“Oh, shit.”
My foot catches the couch cushion.
I lose my balance.
