Alpha's Regret After I Died
“It’s not another dead end.”
I held the book up, opening to the worn page, the faded ink still clear enough to read. “There’s a story. A wolf… a warrior. He died, and his mate wouldn’t let him go. She waited for the full moon, and when the light touched his skin… something happened.”
Liz’s lips parted, but no words came out.
“They said the soul remembered. That it came back.”
She blinked, eyes flicking down to the book, then back up to me.