BRAX POV Running with my Spitfire had become my favorite thing to do. Any spare chance I got, I was inviting her with me.On patrol, for fun, because I couldn’t handle the emotions in the pack anymore, I ran, and she always came with me.It helped, having her there, having her shadows there to fend off the negative.And there was a lot of it.The pack was riddled with desolate hopelessness. They were starting to lose the fight, the fire we needed to beat the vampires.The attacks were coming daily now, and more wolves were getting hurt.And then there was Tabby’s death, the witches’ snub, Jordan’s parents.It had hit too hard on all of them, and I felt every part of that.I tried not to let it get to me, but I had never had to be so controlled before.Normally, there was enough good to balance what went on inside me when I collected others’ emotions, but not this time.The pack spent their nights at the tavern, with their mates, pretending like they weren’t saying goodbye, but they w
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