Epilogue
“Everything hurts. It hurts to breathe, to move, to talk, even to wiggle my toes―except when I feel his touch. I don’t know who he is. I don’t know what he looks like or what his voice sounds like or if he is even real, but I know his touch. Right now, it is my lifeline. Without it, I don’t know if I will ever be able to claw my way back out of the darkness my mind has retreated to.” ~Jewel
“Why are you standing out here?” Dillon asked him.
Dalton looked up from the place on the floor that he had been staring at for at least half an hour. He met his Alpha’s gaze for a count of three and then looked away. He didn’t like to talk. Talking led to sharing and sharing led to digging up old pain.
“Sally’s in with her,” he finally answered.
“Has she woken up at all?”
Dalton shook h
