“She’s dead,”
Those words rang in his ears as he cradled her cold body in his arms, brushing locks of damp hair away from her face, and begging her to open her eyes.
Tears were uncontrollably falling from his fiery eyes, his veins stung, his muscles tore, and his bones cracked under the weight of unimaginable grief. His sobs turned to shouting, he was mad at the world for taking away the only thing he cared for, mad at the Tedros who allowed this to happen.
Without Larissa, he would run his throat raw screaming her name for eternity. The depravity of her touch, the pain, the unquenchable rage, he feels everything all at once, and yet he feels nothing at the same time now that she is gone.
The mighty Alpha of the North, Alastor Wade, finally understood what pain feels like and it wa
