Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate (PDF) novel - Chapter 479

#Chapter 479 - Sad Farewells Cora "Well," Hank says, sighing contentedly as he wraps an arm around Sarah's shoulders. "With Ella here in the city able to patch up anyone pretty much instantly and cure a variety of diseases just by holding people's hands, there's not as much use for me here." "Oh!" Ella squeaks, and I laugh because I can tell that she feels guilty for making Hank feel a little redundant. "No, Ella," Hank says, grinning at her.

"Sarah and I just talked about it and I think we can be of more use up in the Northern provinces. There's a great deal of people there - both humans and wolves - who are without healthcare, and especially without a surgeon." He shrugs. "I think we can do some good." "I think that's really cool, Hank," I say, grinning at him. "I think it's right," he says, smiling at me. "But still, I'm glad we got to be here for this, and to meet Jesse." "I'm glad too," I say softly, smiling at my friend.

Because as much as my life is full now, and I have less and less time to spend at the clinic…I will certainly miss him. Hank leans forward to give me a kiss on the cheek, his own quiet farewell, and then Ella walks he and Sarah from the room, murmuring something about Sinclair wanting to say goodbye. When he leaves, Roger walks quietly over to me, his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the door.

"What was that all about?" "Well," I say, smiling up at him, " you'll be glad to know that Hank is moving away - up to the northern provinces, actually." I don't know much about the kingdom's territories up there, but I do know that it's a lot of wild land and a lot of rough living. I wonder, privately, if it will suit Hank and Sarah, who don't exactly strike me as country folk. "Oh," Roger says as he purses his lips and looks towards the door, nodding slowly.

I click my tongue, my face bursting into a grin. "What?" Roger asks, turning to me. "I can't believe you're not crowing with victorious joy," I say, laughing and shaking my head at him. "Well," Roger says, lifting his chin, though he can't fight his smile anymore. "My mother told me that if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I roll my eyes. "Words you've never lived by." "Yeah well," he says, sinking onto the bed and smiling as he looks at the baby and me.