JADE
I crack my eyes open. I’m in a moving vehicle, resting my head on Lukas’s shoulder. He’s holding my hand on his lap.
We are on our way…home.
A weird feeling sparks in my chest. I’m not used to this. His thumb is flicking over my skin gently. I could tell I wasn’t alone in my sleep. I dreamt that I had a family. That I had finally found a place where I belonged.
But I woke up, and my harsh reality became clearer. I’m terminally ill. If I let my guard down, in six months I will be left shattered.
All of this is temporal.
“This isn’t the way to my bedroom,” I say after we arrive at the pack mansion, arms hooked around his neck.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“Lukas, the doctor didn’t say I’ll die tonight or in three weeks. It’s fine. I’m good.”
“Your things have already
