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“Quinn, would you like me to take him?” Another familiar voice—White.
“Or I can,” Con offers.
“Don’t, she won’t let him go. It seems to be the only thing keeping her upright,” Vale mumbles.
“She’s hurt,” Marie whispers.
“Let’s get him home, okay, my love?” Lucien mumbles at my side.
I nod jerkily.
Left.
Right.
I feel people at my sides, at my back, all waiting for me to crumble, ready to catch me. They walk in silence, mourning with me as I head through the trees towards our cottage on the lake. Once there, I sink down to the shore, still holding him in my shaking arms.
“It was a moon like this one when you told me you love me. Do you remember that?” I murmur to him, looking down. Ibrush his hair from his eyes, expecting his mismatched orbs to open.
They do not.
He’s silent, like the grave.
“It was a moon like this one when you made me whole once more.” I nod, lifting my eyes to the water. “It’s fitting that it is a moon like this when you break me.”
“Quinn.” A hand grips my shoulder. “Please, we need to check your wounds, and Jai—we need to lay our brother to rest.”
“No.” I clutch him closer. “He’ll be lonely. He hates being alone. It reminds him of his childhood.”
“Okay, baby,” Lucien says. He’s bleeding all over me but doesn’t seem to notice. “We won’t leave him alone, okay?”
There’s agreement behind me. “We won’t, Quinn. We will stay with him the entire time, but he would want you to get your wounds checked, okay?”
White.
I nod, though I don’t know how I find the strength to.
Slowly, Con extracts Jai from my arms, and when they are empty, I gasp and reach for him. “No, no, please, please don’t take him.”
“Baby.” Vale wraps his arms around me, stopping me from attacking Con or hurting myself. “He’s already gone. He’s already gone.”
“No.” I sink into the ground. “No.”
Something wet hits my chest—tears, I realise, as I watch Con, Dom, and White carefully carry Jai away.
There are so many wolves here—I don’t know how I didn’t hear them—and they all sink to their knees in respect, bowing their heads as he passes, and that is the last drop in the bucket.
It destroys me.
My hands sink into the earth as I scream, the sobs rattling my chest until I can’t breathe.
Wetness touches my skin and hair as arms hold me—two sets, brothers.
We are missing our fourth. There is a hole where he should be, and that makes me spiral more.
I scream and cry.
“Baby, please, you’re going to hurt yourself,” a choked voice commands, but I cannot stop.
