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Finally, he replied, and she barreled toward the source of the sound, panting slightly. She pulled to a stop and looked into his handsome, scarred face, expression drawn with worry.

What happened? Blueberry asked, frowning. Why are you leaving, Bronco?

She couldn't bear the thought of him gone. She couldn't stay. She had nowhere else to go and she'd follow him to the ends of the earth, if he'd allow. The only other wolf she cared more about was Vesper, and she was gone without a trace.

Her heart hammered hard against her ribcage, loud enough for her to think he might hear it. She hoped he heard it. She hoped he knew how much she cared.