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The closer Wyatt got to home, the stronger the indescribable comfort of his pack became.
As a runner, he spent days if not weeks away. Having a strong balance between himself and his wolf was a requirement for the job, and his wolf was as easygoing as they came. Still, there were often moments in his time away that he felt control slipping.
The empty sensation was one thing, but on occasion, he felt lost in a spiritual sense. Dealing with his emotions about Nancy, the threat of Brent, and the overall doomed quality of their relationship had made it easy to push his lupine urges to the side.
Cool air rushed through the open windows of his truck, bringing the familiar scent of earth and pine to his nostrils. The only thing missing was Nancy, and that made his heartache. For a split-se
