Three Days to Goodbye
How could I tell him that I was dying?
That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast—
that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely?
“Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.”
He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days?
If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.”
Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.