SamaraI sip my coffee as we drive. Like yesterday, I look out the window watching the landscape change from the warmer southern climate to the cooler northern climate. The longer we drive, the fewer leaves are in the trees and in some areas, there are bits of snow that haven’t melted from the last snowfall.The sight makes me unbearably sad, and I have to fight against the tears that threaten to fall. Memories come flooding back to me of happier times, of my family, my pack. When a tear escapes, I quickly swipe it away.“Do you want to talk about it?” Roman asks softly.“No,” I say. My voice isn’t nearly as strong as I had hoped it would be.“Alpha, did you want to stop for lunch somewhere?” Eric asks from the front seat.Roman doesn’t answer and when I turn to look at him, I see him studying me. “You didn’t eat breakfast. Are you hungry?”“Sure,” I say, turning back to look out the window. I can’t stand the gentleness in his eyes, the concern. If he was so concerned, he shouldn’t hav
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