How to Save a Life (Howl at the Moon, #4)

by Eli Easton

This was dogs. That was like saying your superpower was being sweet and loving and exuberant. That wasn't a superpower. That was… heaven.

"What triggered that? Were you dreaming?" "Yes. You were there, and I was breathing water, and there was an egg." Sammy pushed his hips against Rav experimentally, his face intent. Rav decided not to worry about the damned dream.

They stayed up for hours, giving each other white elephants—the memories they didn't want to hold onto, the things they'd done that they regretted. And they forgave each other for every one.