No. She stamped her foot, her expression filled with stubbornness. She was a child who had no understanding of what she was asking—who just wanted what she wanted, and she wanted it now. You can't leave me, Riley. I won't let you.

It's not that easy, monkey—

It is. We love you. And suddenly she was gone, the darkness was gone, and I was seeing a hospital room. Not through my eyes but through hers, because I was there on the bed, surrounded by the machines that were not only keeping me alive but tracking my progress into death. Rhoan, Liander, and Quinn were there, all looking gaunt and grey and worried. Dia was there, pale and unhappy. Even Jack and Sal were there, sitting in the background, waiting patiently for a decision.

People I cared about, people who cared for me, even if we weren't exactly always friends.

People I didn't want to walk away from forever, even if it meant facing up to all the grief and the pain and the loss.

The image swirled away and the shadows returned. The sunshine beam that was Risa held out her hand.

Please, Riley, she pleaded. Walk back with me.

I hesitated. Turned to look at the shadow that was Death. Studied his outstretched hand.

Please, Riley, that little sunshiny voice said.

I turned and placed my hand in hers. Her little fingers clenched around mine, and suddenly the darkness was gone.

In its place were scents of antiseptic and humanity, wolf and vampire, death and unhappiness. Deep, deep unhappiness.

But the most overwhelming scent of all was the scent of soap and powder and everything that was good in this world.

Risa.

I opened my eyes. Dia's little girl was sitting on the bed right in front of me and her smile shone out, warming my shattered soul in a way few other things could right now.

"Riley's decided to live," she said happily, and flung herself into my arms, her chubby arms giving me a hug that just about threatened to cut off my air supply.

And I didn't care one little bit—just wrapped my arms around her and held on tight.

The minute I moved, Rhoan gasped and flung himself out of his chair. But it was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the storm of love and relief and pure unadulterated love that Quinn flooded into my mind. I grabbed it, hugged it to me, filling the dark, empty places deep inside. Used it as a shield, a barrier to hold back all that pain and hurt and the need for forgiveness—at least temporarily.

I met his gaze and smiled. A simple smile, and yet it said so much that tears rose his eyes.

Then my gaze went to my brother and in those familiar, haunted depths, I saw the shadow of death. He'd known just how close I'd come.

I smiled and reached out a hand, clasping his. "I had to come back," I said, my voice croaky and stiff with disuse. "Because I hadn't given you and Liander my answer."

"Answer?" he said, confusion flitting briefly across his face.

"Yes," I said, and glanced at Liander. "Let's do it. Let's start a pack of our own."