Phantom Hollow you can run

Everyone was always sorry—words he knew were meant with the best of intentions, but always fell a little flat.

Apparently, he had become bitter in the past year. As she finished up her ministrations and once done, the dark wolf rolled his shoulder back, hissing between his teeth at the ache before releasing a slow breath.

He couldn’t comment further on Ibis. His children. Everything that had become lost when life began to snowball.

“Thank you,” he offered, standing up slowly, champagne eyes seeking the warmth of the unknown healer with a gentling expression. “For this. I don’t imagine I deserve it—but thank you.”