No, it isn’t hard to guess what happened to Sam’s family. Families? That’s probably more accurate. Once more his fingers tightened in Sam’s hair, a fierce look sharpening his now-narrowed eyes.

“I’m not,” he retorted. Matthias slid his fingers free of Sam’s hair and pressed his palm to the wolf’s cheek. He wouldn’t want Sam to be miserable, but he also wouldn’t want him cease being just because of that. “If something happened to me, who would carry my memory it not you?” Matthias shook his head. “No. If I die, I’m taking you with me. That’s final. I won’t leave you alone.”