The Alpha Who Forgot Me
REMY POV
Sleep didn't come. It hovered at the edges of my vision, a tantalizing shadow, but the cold would not allow it to sink in. Without my jacket, the air in the Deadlands bit through the thin fabric of my shirt, sinking into my marrow. I hugged Sayler tighter, pulling his small, warm body against my chest, absorbing his heat as much as offering it. He was dead to the world, his breathing a soft, rhythmic rasp that was the only living sound in the vast, crushing silence.
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