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“I know things don’t make sense. That we have a history with you that you can’t remember. But I know you fought to keep some part of who you were with everything you had.” “How do you know that?” “Because you still have that,” he said, pointing toward the wolf. “You kept it secret. You kept it safe.” “It was important,” I muttered. “I had this cubbyhole in the back of my closet in the compound. I hid it away.” “Like a hole in a tree.” I closed my eyes. “Yeah. I guess.” “And no one was able to take it from you.” “No.” “Good,” he said. “And I know you’re still you, Robbie. I know it with
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“I wonder,” she said. “About what?” “What makes a man?” Her face was covered in shadow. Her hand never left my hair. “If all he knows is stripped away, what is it that remains?” “I don’t know.” “I didn’t either until we found you again. I think I know the answer now. Would you like to hear it?” “Yes.” Almost more than anything. She said, “What remains is a broken heart shattered like so much glass. Pieces are missing, and the ones that are left don’t fit like they used to. But still it beats, because no matter what is taken away, no matter what is lost, it needs to continue. To survive. You
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“You said you thought the world of me. That we’d been through so much and you couldn’t stand another day if I didn’t know that. You told me that you were a good wolf, a strong wolf, and if I’d only give you a chance, you’d make sure I’d never regret it.” I had to know. “Have you?” “No,” he whispered. “Not once. Not ever.”
How I ever could have forgotten this. Forgotten him. It had to have been the strongest magic the world had ever known. That was the only way I’d have ever left his side.
“Your little brother doesn’t seem to mind eating my bread.” Carter looked horrified, even as Joe screeched incredulously.
“Why is Robbie sitting there with his mouth open?” Chris whispered to Tanner. “I think he’s coming to a dawning realization,” Tanner whispered back. “Keep watching him.”
His true home was the one he made with you. He’s only here because he couldn’t stand the quiet. A home is a place. But it can also be a person. You’re that person for him.
Even if I lose you again, if you somehow forget all of this, I’ll do it again. And again. And again.” I was shaking. I couldn’t stop. “Why?” “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.”
I said, “I’m going to love you again, okay? I promise.” He held me tighter, and his breath was warm in my ear. “I know.”
You can’t go, because without you, we’re incomplete. And if we’re incomplete, then we’re nothing.” “You survived,” I said, surprised at how bitter it sounded. “We did. But there’s a difference between surviving and living. And I want to live, Robbie. I want to live for you. For all of you. Because we deserve it. We deserve to exist in a world where we only know peace. We deserve to be happy. You deserve it. And I forgot that. If you’ll forgive me, I promise I’ll never let it happen again.”
In my wolf head and in my wolf heart, I knew that no matter what happened, I would have this moment. And no one, not even Robert Livingstone, would be able to take that away from me.
“There was something … I don’t know. Endless. About you and me. We came here sometimes. Just the two of us. And I pretended to know all the stars. I would make up stories that absolutely weren’t true, and I remember looking at you, thinking how wonderful it was just to be by your side.”
“I’m going to love you,” I whispered to him. “I’m going to love you, and I’m never going to let you go.”
“We are literally the gayest pack that has ever existed,” Rico said to no one in particular. “I see no problem with this.”
“I hate all of you,” Rico mumbled. “So, so much. I’m a man in my forties. I should not be getting a piggyback ride from my naked friend.” But
around wildly. “This is some goddamn horror movie shit. I don’t like this. I’m a minority. Everyone knows minorities die first in horror movies.”
Impossibly, ridiculously, Carter whispered through a mouthful of blood, “Oh shit. I think I’m bisexual.”
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“Mom,” he croaked as a tear spilled down his cheek, chest hitching. And ah, god, there was so much blue pouring off him, I thought it would drown us all. “He … left. Mom? Why—why did he go? Why did he leave? I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”
“You don’t remember.” I closed my eyes. “No.” “It’s okay.” “I don’t—” “Grass. Lake water. Sunshine.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s what I smell like to you. Isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “It is.” “I never told you what it was like for me. How I knew that day. When we came back. How I knew you were my mate.” “It’s—” “Home,” he whispered. “You smell like home. You always have. And that’s the only thing that matters. You don’t need to remember because I remember for the both of us.”
