CORRIGAN’S POV
I took a deep breath of the morning breeze as I tried to accustom to the atmosphere which I knew as home but was now filled with strife and blood. Every turn holding not so delightful memories. The morning fast becoming noon as I stayed put in bed, lacking the zeal to push through the day, or maybe push through life.
I thought of the blissful night Lucien and I shared before we left the hotel, I dare say the last good memory I had. That came with its heartache too. We never got the chance to talk about the moments we shared or what it meant to us, individually and as mates. I know my heart was filled with words, warm and passionate I wanted Lucien to hear, and I was almost so sure it went both ways, but since we arrived the pack house, yes, seventy-two hours now, it had be
