When I hear the tell-tale crack, Bryce goes limp. My eyes immediately meet Rosalyn's expecting to see devastation, but all I see is relief. She gently lays his body on the floor. My mind immediately goes to Miranda. Knowing he's gone and seeing it are two different things. I reach down, offering Rosalyn my hand to help her up.
I pull her into my arms. Holding her like this reminds me of when we were pups, and she would get hurt. I should have known then we were mates. All I ever wanted to do was make the hurting stop. I should have done that as a grown man. I shake those thoughts away, knowing the past needs to stay where it belongs. We can only move forward.
Once I let her go, I bend down and lift Bryce's body from the floor without a word to Rosalyn. Once he's on the cot, I cover him
