The statement feels so surreal. Is this the end? The everlasting torture Michael forced upon us is over? I look over at Jack and he rubs my back. The gesture calms my nerves. I toss him a sad smile. "We're gonna be okay." And for the first time since I've gotten here, I believed it.
The day went by slowly, but I finally got into my bed. Jack lays next to me shirtless, I can't help but admire. "Like what you see?" Jack teases. "Absolutely." I respond. Jack lets out a breath of amusement. He wraps his arm around me, cuddling me close to him.
"Be safe tomorrow, Samantha. I can't bear losing you again." Jack caresses my arm. "You won't." I assure. Jack brings his lips down to my forehead and leaves a soft kiss. My wolf howls with love. I smile up at him. The rest of the night is silent and
