ALEX
Grief is a terrible thing. Grief takes you to the edge of despair and leaves you hanging with nowhere to run.
I'm standing there, right in front of Liam's grave, the cold breeze mocking the heat boiling inside me. The priest's words are a distant murmur, like a bad radio connection. I can't cry, won't cry. It's like my eyes decided now's the time to act tough, all puffed up and dry.
I lean closer to the freshly turned earth, whispering to a man who can't hear me anymore. "I'll make them pay, Liam. Every last one of them." It's a promise as heavy as the stone that'll mark his resting place.
Just then, Alpha Fergus and Alpha Damon slink over, like two cats who've spotted a bowl of cream. "Alex, we came to pay our respects. A fallen hero, he was," Fergus starts, his voice dripping
