Fenrir POV
The pain came in waves; I was meant to be used to it by that point. Nyxar clawed from somewhere inside me I couldn't reach, trying to tear his way out through skin and bone instead of just answering when I called him. This wasn't new. It had happened enough times over the years that I'd stopped counting.
Bones didn't just break during a half-shift. I'd learned a long time ago that fighting Nyxar hurt worse than losing to him ever would. But losing meant losing myself. So I fought. I always fought. But I never knew if I had won or lost.
I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, then suddenly I felt it: warmth. Better than a blanket, I felt her wrapped around me. Her arms. Her scent, moving through the room the way it had on the ride back from the hunt, except this time it
