Blake's POV

I fell to my knee, breathing heavily, panting like I would lose my breath. My mother's last statement was ringing continuously in my head, sending terror all through me as I wondered if it was all true.

This should be a dream. Maybe a nightmare, which I was going to wake up from. I don't want this to be reality. It just doesn't have to be. Lola can't be dead!

"Son, can you stop all this? Can you fucking stop grieving over a wolf? What has come over you?" Daddy yelled out in frustration, glaring hard at me.

I opened my mouth to talk. Yes, I wanted to...