Chapter 173

• [Parris]
• I had fallen asleep in my mate’s arms, nestled into his neck as he lifted me from the ground and his strong legs had carried me all the way back to the northern entrance. Or at least, that’s my best guess. Based on the shifting sunlight slowly dipping towards the horizon, that was hours ago. He’s gone now, I can tell, not just because his warmth has been replaced with cool sheets and his voice exchanged for the sound of a machine beeping, but because I cannot smell him anymore.
• Scent is important to wolves, even a mixed mutt wolf like me.