12
“You’re still leaving?”
Wyatt didn’t look back at Nancy. She was still under the covers, still in the process of waking. s*x had knocked her out the night before. He hadn’t slept more than an hour, though. He’d gone for a run, instead. Then he’d come back to the room and woken her. He couldn’t bring himself to leave without a goodbye.
“I shouldn’t have dragged you into my life,” he replied, sitting at the edge of the bed, facing the window. “We can’t have a relationship.”
“But you said you love me.” The mattress creaked and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “And I love you, too, clearly.”
“I belong with my pack, though. And you belong here. I can’t stay—Love doesn’t change the fact that I have other needs.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Staying away from my family, my land… it
