The downfall of Howling Tribe.
It was painful for Lucian Sullivan's ears to hear others say.
The pack his ancestors had built from nothing. The territory they have always protected and kept safe. The people they gathered and entrusted. Now, all that was left were ashes and ruins, bones and corpses of those who died, debris of structures that fell, and agonizing eyes of people who were left.
It felt as if he was an utter failure. He was not even able to protect much of his people, or the territory, and he even lost his wife...
“Alpha Lucian, please accept my deep condolences.”
“Thank you, Atlas,” Lucian forced out a smile, “How is Alexander?”
“The Luna had protected everyone inside the pack house, including my son. I am very grateful for her, she is Alex's true hero,” Atlas replied, “
