Chapter 53
Astrid Maybe I’m hallucinating again? Maybe my wolf finally had enough of the distance. She somehow manifested this replica of him right in front of our eyes. At the thought, my hand hastily reaches out and grabs his tattooed arm. Explosive sparks run from the tips of my fingertips, straight down to my toes. He’s real. For a moment, as I stare into those silver eyes, it’s like I’m standing in front of that scared little pup who wanted love from his father. I remember how much I wanted to comfort him and wipe those tears away and tell him everything would be okay in the end. I couldn’t do it then, but what’s stopping me now? “Oh, you really did miss me,” Arlo remarks as I throw my arms around his broad shoulders and damn near squeeze the life out of him. He’s not bothered by it o
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