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Wyatt traveled through the forest with only one thing on his mind. His fingers gripped and toyed with a small bronze owl paperweight, a trinket from his last mission. There was no good way to leave Nancy for random periods of time, but bringing her something back always made her smile, and lessened the pain in his heart a tiny bit. Three months had passed since she’d joined the pack, but he’d already forgotten what life had been like without her.
The bright blue door of their home made his blood race. He guessed she’d be reading in their bed, which is how he almost always found her. It was a beautiful sight.
He opened the door and peeked to his left, but the loft was empty.
“Hey there, handsome,” she called from the kitchen.
He entered and dropped his backpack by the door before be
