Dawson
Breathe…deep slow breaths. It never got any easier, telling families that their loved ones were gone. It was much worse when the victim was a child. They sought answers I did not have. Justice I couldn’t immediately provide. All I could do was tell them how sorry I was, seeing the hurt and doubt in their eyes.
I knew what they were thinking: what kind of Alpha would allow this to happen? Why are you Alpha if you cannot protect us?
I knew because I was thinking the same things.
Breathe, Dawson. I clenched my shaking hands into fists.
It had been a few days since the attacks. The ceremonies for the lost wolves were simple, done at midnight, as usual, so their souls would return to the Moon Mother. The pack was distraught. Kennedy had had to hold Blanc back to keep him from jumpin
