Jason rocked back and forth, clutching the tiny pup to his chest as sobs wracked him. A tremendous sense of loss consumed him. He was empty, a hollow shell. Lobo had gone silent, almost comatose. Their mate was gone.
They would never smell her delicate lilac and sage scent again. Their hunger would never be stoked by the spicy scent of her arousal. He would never be able to eat spicy food again. It would be like eating chalk. His soul was in a thousand pieces, and his heart was shattered. Phoebe was gone. She was gone and the only piece of her left was the tiny pup cradled in his arms and its sibling. Her last gift to him.
He would love them, cherish them and raise them with all the care and attention Phoebe expected of him. But it wouldn’t be the same. What was he going to tell them w
