“We're going to be fine. I promise we're going to be fine,” Milo assured, and Maddox just closed his eyes, throwing back his head in the airplane seat.

“Do you feel that way too?” he asked him.

“Yes, but not because of the she-wolf, but because of you and... Briccia. I like her,” Milo confessed.

Maddox felt the lump in his throat, and a dry, sharp pain, as if his heart was slowly being crushed.

“Milo, I feel like I'm going to die,” he said, misty-eyed. “I'm tired of what I am. You're the only g