He’s a finicky one, that Ryke Meadows. But he’s my finicky husband and broody wolf. And he’s alive. I’m certain. He’s still living somewhere in there. The spark hits his eyes every now and then, but here’s the secret. He never gives up on me, even when I disappear at night. Even when I wane like the setting sun. His love is unyielding and exists to cloak me through heartache, through misery, through laughter and pain. I love him in every moment. In every smile. In every frown. And I will love him after every long way down. He can mourn. He can grieve. He can be upset for the rest of his life.
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