Three days had passed since I woke up in my parents' house. Three days had passed since I lost our pup.
My mother knocked softly on the bedroom door, three careful taps, as if anything louder might shatter what was left of me. She stood in the hallway with a tray in her hands, and her voice came through the wood, low and careful. "Come downstairs and eat something, sweetheart. We have to be at the Pack Relocation Office this afternoon to sign the paperwork."
My eyes were so swollen I could barely open them. "Give me another hour."
After she left, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
I had dreamed about her again.
In the dream, she was a tiny silver pup with soft fur and gray-blue eyes exactly like mine. She had curled up against me, nosing at my palm, her warm tongue brush
