I lower my hand slowly, my surroundings moving around me like I was in a dream.

A very bad one.

Fynn reaches out, grabbing Rachel’s wrist to pull her into a hug, sending a dagger right through my heart.

I flinch as it appears that the piercing pain makes my pups move, kicking me painfully.

Taking a deep breath, I cast them another look, seeing them still wrapped into each other.

Not even my pain makes him notice that I’m nearby, so he must be pretty captivated by the hug.

I would like to just retreat, bury myself back in my warm blankets in my bed, and never talk to...