GRAHAM POV
The second I walked into our room and saw Mary packing a bag, something inside my chest cracked.
Not because she was leaving. I knew this was for the best.
Because she looked terrified while doing it.
And Goddess… I hated that look on her face more than anything else in this f*****g world.
Rain hammered softly against the windows while our youngest pup slept curled on the couch beneath a blanket, completely unaware his whole world was hanging by a thread right now.
Twelve and ten.
That was all the time fate gave us.
Twelve f*****g years after spending months convincing my mate not to flinch every time I touched her because my brother had shattered something inside her before I ever got the chance to love her properly.
And now this.
Now I was standing here about to ask
