I don't want to lose Daxon. He is my refuge and my sanctuary. Even though he is the alpha of one of the rouge packs.
"I want him more than you think. You are the last in my pack. I need you," I said in the back of my mind, when I saw him cooking in the kitchen one morning.
It was the second day since he returned from his mission. He didn't even tell me about it. But when we were training on the deck, I noticed that something felt off with him.
It wasn't obvious, but just like any other time during this period of my life I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong or how to fix it. I thought it would be better if I just let it go but the moment he stepped inside the cabin, I knew I made the right choice.
Daxon was sitting on my bed, playing on his computer looking for some kind of solution
