Sean brushed his fingertips along the dark shadows under Liam’s eyes. “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”
Liam tilted his head into the touch. “I have nightmares.”
Sean’s heart clenched. What must it be like to have his only memories of sight be the atrocities he had been exposed to? To be locked in with those visuals and have none to supersede them?
“All quiet again,” Liam murmured.
~ Above is an excerpt from Wolf’s Sacrifice, Pack of Light, Book #2.
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