Phoenix Maplewood Here I dreamt I was an architect

Now that her wounds were fully dressed, Reek could allow himself a bit of relaxation alongside his patient. He settled close, allowing a certain level of contact between their two bodies. However, this was only due to the confined quarters of Reek's den. Of course, he felt a fair amount of closeness with Scarlett, but his heart only truly belonged to one other wolf, his mate. But even then, the contact and closeness was nice, especially after feeling so down.

He sighed and prepared himself to recount the events of the terrible day that claimed Pantaleimon's life. "It was thome sort of thickneth," he began. "I couldn't tell what exactly it wath, but the fever jutht burnt him out." His gaze suddenly turned downward with shame. Shame that he couldn't help when his best friend needed it most. "It happened tho fathst."