Gomez stands on the little port with our training group, watching the small ferry navigate towards us. A little crowd has formed, ready to send us off to the mainland with well-wishes. Believe it or not, I'm actually going to miss this place. The pack members look on with smiles, bidding us farewell. Gomez is holding a giant hamper, full of all the handmade goodies I had taken a shine to. It feels weird to be leaving like a hero, and armed with gifts. Dante is going to be waiting for me on the other side, and I can't wait to throw myself at him. Finally, I can give him the time we so desperately need -- with no distractions. Now that I've helped my buddy, I can turn my attention to my mate.
"Stay?" Hector's quiet voice fills my ear. He's leaning against my arm lightly, looking glum. "I've
