Chapter 44 - accept me
Rosie
I knew what I saw before I fainted. A wolf saved me.
The wolf who was Jude.
Jude was the wolf.
There was no need for someone to tell me that the wolf who'd come after me and saved me was Jude. Because they had the same golden irises I knew so well—the ones I tried to convince myself I was imagining, that my brain was playing tricks on me.
The wolf was magnificent, precise, and beautiful. The silver fur had shimmered under the moonlight, catching the light like glitter. And even though I was on the verge of death, careening toward the bridge's edge with my sister's hands on the wheel, I felt ease wash over me the moment I saw him.
Because he was there. He was there for me. He was there to save me.
And when the wolf hit the car with the full force of its
