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She nods, leaning against him as the tears start again. “My mommy is dead.”
“I know. She was my friend. I’m going to miss her.” He rocks her back and forth as she cries.
“You know, I lost my mom when I was about your age.” He tells her.
She looks up at him, her emerald eyes shining through her tears. “You did?”
“I did. And you know what helped me?”
She shakes her head at him.
“Your mom. She gave me her number and told me to call her anytime I needed to talk. And you know what? She always answered when I called.”
“I don’t have anyone to call.” My sweet girl says tearfully.
“Sure you do. You have me. I’ll be your friend and any time you need to talk, no matter what time it is, you call me, and I’ll answer. Even if you just need to cry or tell me about your day. Whatever it is, I’ll always be here for you Cara.”
I watch as he gets up and finds a pen and paper, writing his number down for Cara. “You have a phone. right?”
“Yes, there is one in our room.”
“Okay, then anytime, Cara. I mean it. And, if you need to get out, Cyran can take you for a run. He’d be happy to carry you or run with you, if you ever want to go.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
“Call me Liam.”
“Thank you, Liam.”
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And this is how the friendship between Cara and Liam started. And how Clint learned how to live without tlly. Updates daily.
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When I returned to the packhouse after being in the hospital, Anders had moved most of my things to a room on the first floor. It was just another reminder of how far I had fallen. The name stuck and I could hear people whispering about the broken warrior”.
I waited until after Lily’s funeral before approaching Anders.
“I’m leaving Anders.”
“Where are you headed, Clint.” He asks me as we navigate through the packhouse. It was never meant to house a wheelchair. Anders has made accommodations for me, but it’s not how the packhouse was built.
“I’m taking Cara and we’re leaving. I can’t stay here.”
He stops, turning to look at me. “No.”
“You don’t have a say in it. I’m no good to you anymore. I’m not even capable of being your Guardian.”
“You’re still a warrior in this pack.”
“But a broken warrior, right? Isn’t that what everyone is calling me, the broken warrior? I can’t live like this. I won’t live like this.”
Anders snarls and he immediately sends out an Alpha command telling everyone that if they are heard calling me the broken warrior again, they will answer to him. His aura is so strong, I hear several omegas in the packhouse yelp.
He turns back to me. “You’re not leaving. That’s an order.” I see Zakai has come forward and I feel his
Alpha aura pushing over me.
I scoff at him. “I may be broken, but I’m still a Guardian. Your Alpha aura has no effect on me.” Even though Donovan is still suffering from the loss of our mate and can’t come forward, I’m still not affected by the Alpha aura. Donovan wants to leave the pack too, and he’s only harging on because of our pup.
Calista comes running up. “What’s going on?”
“Clint thinks he’s leaving our pack. He’s not.” He snarls at me.
Calista crouches in front of me. “Clint. Please. We’ve already lost Lily. We can’t lose you and Cara too.”
Calista has always been a gentle soul. Between that and her long-term friendship with Lily, I can’t bring myself to be unkind to her, so my voice is gentler when I speak.
“I can’t stay here, Calista. I don’t belong here anymore.”
She puts her hand on mine. “You do belong here. You are a Guardian of this pack, and you are my best friend’s mate. But I understand if being in the packhouse isn’t comfortable for you any longer. Will you give me a couple of months. Let me make other arrangements for you and Cara? Will you do that for me. please?”
I nod, knowing I can’t deny her. True to her word, two months later, Calista and Anders take me and Cara to a house that they built on the edge of the pack territory. “I’ve told the patrols to give this place a wide berth. You’ll have privacy and no one will bother you here. If you see anyone breaching the borders, send up the alarm. Otherwise, you won’t see anyone you don’t want to see.”
They walk us inside. The house has been built for someone in a wheelchair. The counters are lower, the downstairs bedroom has wide doorways and rails in the shower so I can get myself in and out on my own. The bathroom sink is low enough for me to use without having to pull myself up and has an opening so I can slide my wheelchair underneath as I get ready in the morning.
I can hear Cara upstairs. Calista took her up to show her her new bedroom. Anders showed me pictures and told me if I wanted to go see it, he’d carry me up when Cara wasn’t home. Calista decorated it for her but told her if she wanted to make any changes, she could. The only thing Cara asked for was a phone. I’ve noticed that she calls Alpha Liam when she’s feeling down. At first, I thought he would tell her to stop calling, but he never does, and he answers every time she calls. I’ve even heard her call in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep.
The house is more comfortable for me, and even though Cara is still young, Calista makes a point to check on her and come tuck her into bed every night. I begin to feel like I can breathe again. I understand what Alpha Christopher meant about fighting through and taking the necessary steps until you don’t have to fight them anymore. Once we moved into the house, it was just me and Cara. She and I didn’t have anyone else to help her get up and get ready, so I had to do it. Eventually, I get into a morning and evening routine and the days goes by.
About a month after we moved into the house, Calista had a ceremony in our memorial garden. We don’t bury our dead, like some humans do, we burn them, sending them to the Moon Goddess. But that doesn’t mean that we don’t want a place where we can go to spend time with the memory of our loved ones.
Anders comes to get me and Cara and drives us to the memorial. I think it was planned to be small, but the entire pack has shown up to honor my mate’s memory. When the statute goes in, I know that Calista designed it herself. It’s an angel looking down on her wolfpack. It’s exactly what Lily did her entire life. She fought for the pack and died for the pack. I have Cara take the flowers that I bought for today and Calista helps her set them beside the statute. I’ll have to find a way to come here and visit her. It’s a bit of a ways from our house, but what else do I have to do every day while Cara is at school?
As more time goes by, I begin to fill in the time while Cara is at school. In the mornings, I wheel myself to Lily’s memorial, stopping to get flowers and leaving them for her. I talk to her, and it helps me. Sometimes, it even feels like she is there with me, and it brings me peace. I tell her about everything that is going on with Cara and how beautiful our daughter is. In the evenings, after Cara is asleep. I go to my room and lay on my bed, looking at my guitar in the corner of the room or at the pictures of Lily and I in Maine and of the three of us in the same spot years later. I’ll close my eyes as I fall asleep and dream of the good times with my mate. It makes it hard to wake up in the morning when I’m alone, but it helps me to get some sleep at night.
Anders insists on coming for dinner every Thursday night. Calista comes by several times a week, bringing food and making sure that Cara is doing okay. But I think she is checking up on me, too. I notice that Calista never comes on Thursdays and eventually, I ask Anders about it. He says he misses his friend and so this is ‘our’ time.
About a year after losing Lily, Calista and Anders show up at my house with a van. “This is for you, Clint.”
Anders says to me, gesturing at the van.
