Hannah's POV
Watching Angela lay there was the longest night of my life. All I could think was that she could die before I had a chance to truly be with her. That everything I had imagined in terms of us growing old together might never come true. It hurt so much to think about that, to think that what had felt so sure and strong just a few days before hand when she brought me tea before I opened the shop, could be taken away in a second.
I had never really thought of mortality, as a werewolf most of us lived for hundreds of years. Unless someone outright murdered us or we got a horrible injury, we didn't tend to have problems that ended our lives. But I also hadn't counted on my mate being a warrior. I had always skipped through life assuming that I had more time to do everything I ha
