Walking back to the pack house, I replayed Izzy's words in my head.

"Are you two going to get it on already, or are you going to continue dragging to the foreplay a while longer?"

I chuckled to myself. Her choice of words were closer to something I would have expected out of Griffin's mouth. My wolf, on the other hand, was moping. He felt emasculated. That was one of the problems with being a ranking wolf, namely an alpha. Our wolves hated being disrespected or challenged. Many men had problems reigning in their wolves and let their anger control them. I prided myself on having the ability to separate my feelings from my wolf's. That isn't to say that he didn't get the best of me sometimes.

As I walked through the pack house, I found myself in front of Olivia's everything room. I don't know what had caused me to walk over there, I had intended to go to my office, but now that I was there, I felt the need to go in. Even though I had been in here only days before I still felt anxious as I slowly entered the room shutting the door quietly behind me. The smell of cherry blossoms and peach brought a smile to my face and an aching in my heart. I had loved Olivia, I still loved her and to know that this room and my memories were all I had left of her was hard for me to come to terms with.

I sat down in the recliner she loved so much. I would always find her here reading a book or writing in her scrapbook. I could still faintly smell Izzy's scent on the chair, which caused guilt to rise in me. I felt guilty to Olivia for wanting another and regret that I couldn't fully care for Izzy like she deserved. Glancing down to my right, I noticed Olivia's scrapbook collecting dust on a small table. Picking it up, I hesitantly opened it. There were pages upon pages of pictures of us together, along with a few mementos. She had saved movie tickets, candy wrappers, and other things most would consider meaningless junk, but for us, each item had significant meaning. A candy wrapper from the day we first met and reached for the same KitKat on the shelf, a ribbon from a box of chocolates I bought her on our first date. She had kept it all, and under each item, each picture was some writing, a quote, a date, or just a small note about that day. I remember teasing her for keeping all those things and calling her a pack rat. She would always just smile at me and say, "And you love me all the more for it." As I looked through the book tears began to gather in my eyes. This book was our whole life together, every happy moment, everything I would never have with her again. With that thought, my tears started to flow freely down my face.

Once I finally reached the last page, I saw a small note taped to the page. It was dated October nineteenth, the day she had died.

Logan,

I write this letter in hopes to later come back and destroy it, but in case that doesn't happen, I am sorry. I want you to know that I love you, and even as I take my last breath, that love will not die with me. It will grow and flourish like the wildflowers we planted in the back garden. I know you will be angry with me for not staying put like you had asked, but how could I, knowing the pack and man I love so deeply are in danger? I can not fathom how you must be feeling readings this. I know my life would lose all meaning without you in it, but with that said I am going to ask the most selfish thing I can of you. Find a way to keep going, take care of our pack, our family. Please don't let my death destroy the only thing I ever truly loved, you. I know in my heart, I am doing the right thing and that if I don't return you will find a way to continue living and leading this pack like the great alpha I know you to be. Never doubt the strength I know is within you. Again I write in this with full belief that you will never have to read it, but if not know that I love you with everything that I have.

Yours Always and Forever,

Olivia

P.S. Tell Griffin I know it was him that stole my last ice cream sandwich.

Leave it to her to try and end something so serious with a trivial comment, to try to lighten the mood. I couldn't even begin to process the emotions going through me. She had left to enter a fight she knew she probably wouldn't return from. Why? What had caused her to do something so foolish? I picked up the pen and wrote in the scrapbook before closing it and placing back on the table.

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?

~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey, guys second update in one week. I hope you like it.

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