Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

Her offer was tempting. He could stay here and try again with another pack, and maybe he could still search for his cousin on occasion. It seemed like the logical choice, but something was holding him back, besides the fact that he really didn't know much about this pack and whether it would mesh with his own values. There was fear deep down, telling him that if he stayed anywhere too long, he might make friends, or find something deeper. Whenever he had others he cared for, they seemed to end up dead or missing. He didn't know why death followed him around, but it had since he was just a baby. He imagined something happening to Jawahir, and he knew what his answer should be. She was too kind and caring and special to wind up a victim of his curse. 

He released a long sigh, leaning into the kisses she offered and planting some of his own on her throat. I would like to stay, but I cannot, he offered, pulling back to meet her gaze. You make it very hard to say no, though. He smiled now and brushed his nose along her cheek.