POV: Han Galloway
The pack scatters the second Millie goes limp. They're not afraid of her. They're afraid of what her fear could mean, what it could make her do once she comes back to herself, and they trust me to handle the rest. That trust sits heavy on me tonight, heavier than usual.
Coyote tugs my shirt off and tucks it around her before I've even finished gathering her up. His face has nothing cocky in it anymore, just worry, plain and unguarded. He's scared for her. So am I. His hands linger a moment too long at her shoulder, like he isn't sure it's safe to let go. He shouldn't have had to do that, and I shouldn't have made him, and we both know it. Neither of us says so out loud. I nod him toward the woods where his clothes are stashed, and he goes without a word, casting one las
