your poker face ain't fooling nobody

Samara’s soft humming kept him close too, it soothed his restless heart. Imperia had taken to roosting in the trees above, she wasn’t much of a night creature. Rhyme tried to focus on the tiny she wolf in his arms, but he pushed away the thought that she was so much more real than Shaye. Her voice was at his ear, and he knew that he had to grasp hold of the life preserver that was offered. If he didn’t it wasn’t likely he’d make it back on his own.

Her sweet touch sealed the deal and a bit of himself was freed from the cage that was supposed to have been his preservation. He breathed her in and let the rare beauty of realty hold him as long as possible. ”Samara.” He returned weakly. He needed to eat again, needed more sleep, but he clung to reasons not to chase after Shaye.