"It's too late now, Noah." I say.
I hold Noah's hand as he rests his head on my shoulder. I look at him. He seems so fragile, almost broken. He was my first friend in a very long time. My best friend. But I know he connected with Lexi in a way that I'll never understand. They both felt the pain of losing their mates, and even though Noah's story has a happy ending, that connection can't be broken. So I can only start to imagine what he's going through right now.
"I just want to see her for a second!" He says like a stubborn child.
"She is not awake yet, Noah. The doctor said we shouldn't disturb her until the morning. It's the middle of the night. It's late. We will go to the pack house and come back early in the morning." Alexander says.
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