Chapter Thirty One
Beau
I seem to have drifted to sleep, both body and spirit. My body was healing too slow and I couldn't reach Azure even on the spirit plane. I was too weak. She wouldn't be able to talk to me.
The last time I had a major wound, I was still able to communicate with her even when my body was not waking, not moving. I wonder if other wolves can do it, too.
There, I heard her. But my body, still couldn't move it.
I smiled.
Bitterly.
Being in this state is difficult. I can communicate with Azure but I can't force my body to wake up. I'm simply a wolf spirit without Timothee's full consciousness, just half of what we are.
When we witnessed Duke about to be killed, I felt the biggest fear. I had to push Timothee away, safe in the back of my head. I didn't want him
