Rydge
She smiled at him so gently as she lay there on the floor of the hotel room, that a part of him arced up at the thought of stopping her heart. Wolfen folk were strong and resilient and the statistics showed it was a 50/50 shot at working.
He had already put that canula in the back of her hand as his pack doctor had instructed him to do, and he’d laid out everything there on the ground by the defibrillator. She reached out and touched him. “It’s okay, I want this. You’re doing something for me that I want,” she reassured him.
He nodded and took a steadying breath. “For them and everyone inside that pack to think you’re dead and no one will come looking for you.” He nodded and picked up that syringe and attached it to the cannula and as he pushed the drug into her to sedate her so
