The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Connor and I sat at the kitchen table. The air carried that calm crispness of early morning, and the soft light streaming through the window almost made me forget all the weight pressing on my chest. Almost.
Connor watched me as he poured coffee into two mugs.
“You should come to the pups’ training tomorrow,” he said casually, but with that persistent tone he always used when trying to convince me of something.
“I have no reason to be at training,” I replied, slicing a piece of toast on my plate.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he insisted, resting his elbows on the table and raising an eyebrow at me. “Just be there. See the pack, talk to someone other than me, breathe in some fresh air—normal things.”
I sighed.
“Connor…”
“Just think
