Remington's POV-
"Daddy..."
The single word came out barely more than a whisper but I knew he heard it when he dropped down to his knees in front of me. In a matter of moments, he had me scooped into his arms and pressed against his chest. As he cradled me, I felt like a small child again, fisting his shirt as I whimpered and cried. All these years I had missed out on his warm embrace because of that fateful day. His hands traced absent circles on my back as he held me, a soothing gesture that helped my whimpers turn to hiccups. After a short time, I had calmed down enough for him to pull away to look at me.
"Listen, Remington, we don't have much time. You need to make a choice. Being a spirit wolf has bought you some time, but the link between your soul and your body will grow weaker t
