THALIA
“Does it still hurt?” Reagan asked softly, hovering beside Earl, eyes gleaming with worry a pup shouldn’t have.
Earl stayed on his side while waiting for his wounds to heal fully. He was still pale, but finally breathing evenly. He let out a tired chuckle, just to ease the boy.
“Not anymore, bud. Thanks to your… thanks to Thalia here, I know I’ll be better with more rest.” He glanced at me before giving Reagan another genuine smile.
My heart skipped a beat when Earl trailed off and almost called me Reagan’s mother. It wasn’t so hard to piece two and two together after all the drama they had witnessed when I learned that Reagan was left all alone.
Reagan’s expression brightened at the older wolf’s remark. His earlier tears were replaced by a relieved smile. To my surprise, he
