#Chapter 48 Dominic

Dominic I woke to the sting of cold air biting at my skin and the grit of sand between my teeth. The river had spat me out somewhere deep in the forest, far enough that I couldn’t see the estate from where I lay, just trees and the bruised light of dawn breaking through the canopy. My ribs ached. My legs were heavy. But I was breathing. I was alive, and I felt stupid. How could I be so reckless? All the people that were counting on me to lead them, all the things that Vivian still didn't know. My gut clenched at the thought of Vivian. How was I going to tell her? How was I going to explain what this meant? How was I going to explain to Lara what this meant? What it would mean for the pack? What it meant for the future? Hell, I wasn't even sure what it meant for the future. How that was to allow them to try and figure it out without me. I rolled onto my side, coughing up river water and bile that still tasted of whiskey, then pushed to my feet. Everything hurt. The world til