Hank’s POV
I took off at a gallop on Octavio; feeling something akin to hurt that June asked me to leave. I understood why though, it wasn’t every day someone would admit to killing a person you knew. Her scent had made it clear that she was in distress, making Gypsum antsy and noisy. ‘We shouldn’t leave her.’ He chided me, trying to turn us around.
‘Let her be; she’s not a part of our world and isn’t used to the bloodshed we face.’ I was already pushing two hundred, having faced many hardships and deaths in my life. I had been drafted into wars, fought in pack battles; seen monarchs and leaders fall. Yet here I was, riding away from a woman and feeling regret worse than I ever had.
There was something about June that made me want to hold and comfort her, a yearning for something akin t
