When Pirate settled back into the bed, Vance turned to settle into the crook of his mate's arm. He rested his head against Pirate's shoulder and blinked a few times before he tipped his head up to look at the older wolf.
"I hate that I still dream about him sometimes," he said quietly, meaning Kenneth. "I should be over it by now. Nothing really bad even happened to me." Not like it had to Wendell, anyway.
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