Mirabelle
That memory hit me like a wave, and suddenly my knees buckled. But Maximus was already there, arms wrapping around me silently as I sank into his chest. He didn’t speak—just held me, steady and sure.
Tears slipped down my cheeks as the numbness set in.
Someone I cared for deeply… was just gone. No final goodbye. No last moment. No one even saw it happen.
Maximus whispered something too soft to catch. My wolf mourned with me, but more than that—she was worried. About me.
She missed Conor’s scent, yes… but she was drawn to the one right in front of her. Right under her.
