Shepard
I was walking into a scene of chaos and it set my teeth on edge. One of the truths in my life, a constant that I could always count on, was that Daisy never cried. Not when we'd had a late freeze one spring and had woken up to a dozen lambs frozen solid. Not when she was five years old and her mother died. Not even when her father, whom she loved more than anyone else, had passed away. In fact, in her entire life, I could only recall once before when tears had poured from her eyes.
The night we realized we weren't mates.
But as I walked into her office, she was sobbing in Kiran's arms as he tried to soothe her, despite the look of confusion on his face. Her whole body shook with the force of her grief, and immediately, I was ready to kill whoever or whatever had put her in that
