#Chapter 147 Lonely Leader
Dominic
Lucas finally had to sedate me in order to drag me back into the van to return to the Pack. I learned later that my Betas had taken to carrying such things on their person at all times, especially since Mira left the first time.
I don’t remember much of the two days after that. Confined to my room, I drifted in and out of a medically-induced fever dream. There was always someone in the room when I woke up, usually Lucas or Wyatt or Jacqueline who had taken over as my personal nurse.
The last time I woke in a daze, my father sat in the chair across the room.
“You have to let her go,” he told me, with a paternal tone of wisdom.
“She’s not dead.”
He sighed. “I know, my son,” he said, softening. “But you wallowing and cursing the air around you won’t bring her back.”
I grunted and rolled away from him. My head ached, but my vision seemed clearer than it had in a while. I thought about reaching for the bottle of tincture left on the bedside table, but something held

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