Troy
It took two days for Finn and Willa to find the healer. In that time, the pack was quiet. Not even a whiff of rogue activity outside our territory. No word from Claudine.
I studied the withered face of the older man. He looked like he’d just been riding the storm until it ended. When Kiana came into the frame, his eyes gentled, and he smiled. “Bet you don’t remember me,” he said gruffly.
“I’m sorry. Most of my memories were locked away. You’re Hector Ramirez?”
“Hadn’t heard that name in years until Finn uttered it. Always knew one day he’d come to me and know it. Boy turned into a good man. I’m glad. I doubt it would have been that way if he’d stayed. Still, hate that he had such a rough life. You too, Andrea. Had no idea. No idea.”
His eyes filled with tears, but he blinked them
