My Pup Died the Day He Carried Her Away
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The second the avalanche came down, I called my mate. Karl. Captain of the Pack Guard's First Squad.
He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.
He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.
By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.
Karl stood in the morgue all night.
He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."
For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.
I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.
Until the day I went into labor.
He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.
The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.
Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.
"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."
Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.
He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.
He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.
By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.
Karl stood in the morgue all night.
He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."
For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.
I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.
Until the day I went into labor.
He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.
The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.
Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.
"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."
Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.










































