*Wolfe POV*
When I saw my mother jump into the fire with Waylon's body, I panicked. Thankfully, my grandpas and uncles were able to get to her before there was worse damage than just some burns.
If I had lost my mother to that fire, I honestly don't think I would have survived that loss. Not on top of just losing Waylon.
As I carried her to the hospital, Weston and Walker held onto my shoulders. It was almost as if we were forming a wall of protection for her.
"Wolfie, just take me back, let me go with him," she kept begging softly. For the most part, I stayed silent, but I could tell that her pleading was starting to get to Walker.
"Momma, we can't let you go with him. It's not your time, and we need you here with us. Trust us, we know it hurts, more than anything should ever hur
