CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT

LANDON:

It broke my heart that the first thing Venita had in mind to do on our return was to move out. Why? Was the space too small? I could buy a bigger house for us. But, she insisted on wanting her own place. I had no choice but to give in. The last thing I needed was for her to see me as controlling. If she wanted this, I had to be supportive.

I was away when I got the report that she was already moving. I knew she would but I didn't anticipate it to be immediate. What was the rush for? And she chose a terrible time to do this. It was risky and she was vulnerable to threats. I couldn't leave the situation back at my packhouse to return home so, I opted for later. Throughout my time observing my wolves, I held onto every power in me not to break down. Seeing them in pain; bleeding from their noses, eyes, and ears, barking like a rabid dog, and finally dying, broke my heart. We had one cure and how was she going to go about saving the millions of infected wolves?

Cross and Greg took