Valerie

Sitting at the far corner of the room, I watched as Dr Gerard gave light orders to Tristan, checking on him. Despite the high from moments ago I'd still called on the pack doctor to check on him.

I had to look at the floor to keep myself composed. I'd been staring too long, and there was only a limit when minutes of tracing the lines of his face would seem too much. I couldn't help it though. It was proof. Proof that he was alive, with me. That the past few minutes were real.

He loved ...