Seventy-two. The floor fell out from under my feet. “How could you face that alone for seventy-two times?”
She sighed. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” I was grasping at straws. “That’s like…”
“Once a month from your eighteenth birthday, when you met Brandon, until we became pregnant. It would have been more, but we made our pup on your birthday. So that year I only have the one.” She answered softly. “We were almost twenty-five when we died.”
The truth hit me like a punch in the gut. She survived so many times, all alone in the forest. “I am so, so sorry.”
She took a deep breath and stood. “They get easier. And I had my mates touch to temper the burn. You both just went through you first without any help other than me. I took the heat, so you had those few breaks
