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“You’re my favorite. After my mom. And dad. And brother. And Ms. Dunstrom, but she’s my teacher, so she doesn’t count. So you’re like, my fifth favorite.” He looked proud.
“I don’t want to remember,” I said against his neck. “Because if I do, I’ll remember what it felt like. I’ll know what it’s like to kill an innocent person. How can I come back from that, Ox? How can you even stand to look at me?” “Because you’re mine,” he said simply. “And that will never change.”
“I don’t love you,” I told him. “And I know that makes you sad. But I like your face. It’s a good face. You should keep it.” His lips twitched. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He touched the back of my hand. “I like your face too.” I puffed out my chest. “I worked hard on it.”
Wearing a deputy’s uniform. Tight green pants with a tan button-up shirt that pulled against his torso. He had a mic clipped near his shoulder and a black utility belt around his waist. He wasn’t carrying a gun, but I barely noticed because at that exact moment, I discovered my legs decided to quit working and I tripped and fell into the side of the SUV.
“Hey,” I said quickly to Kelly, completely forgetting about the invoice lying on the floor. “What’s up? What’s going on? What’s the haps?”
“What if this doesn’t work?” “Maybe it won’t,” he said slowly. “But that won’t be because I didn’t give it all I had. I will fight for you, Robbie. No matter what.”
He was sleeping too. I placed my hand flat against the door. I whispered, “I won’t let anything happen to you. No matter what.” I laid the comforter on the floor, making a little nest.
You are a survivor, Robbie. And not even magic can take that away from you.”
His entire world was special because we’re in it.
“Because you filled a hole in me I didn’t even know was there. You make me complete. You make me happy. I see you, Robbie. I see you.”
“It’s good. To be with someone who feels the same way. At the end. I always … I never wanted to be alone. It was my biggest fear. And look.” He smiled. “I’m not alone.”
“Sir, I need you to stay right where you are,” a voice announced from a speaker. “I’ve had reports of a wild animal on the loose.”
Because there was this guy. This man. This wolf. And he was looking at me like he never wanted to see anything else.
He never stopped fighting for me. I needed to do the same. For him. For myself. For us.
It wasn’t fierce, the way he loved me. It wasn’t the burning fire of passion. It was heavy and soft. It was love unlike anything else I’d felt.
And here, at last, I followed the wolfsong and found my way home.
