“Don’t take it, Kiran. I need to feel this pain,” James said and I stopped easing his pain.
“I’m so sorry, brother.” I had no other words of comfort to offer him. He stopped hugging me and looked up at Malachi.
“I don’t care which wolf law says what, Adrian Peters is a dead man!” His voice held hatred and most of the members were nodding their agreement.
Children were wailing and being taken away by the surviving women of the pack. Malachi had closed the hotel for repairs the week before and he told everyone to go there. We needed to be together if we were to survive this.
We heard sirens in the distance as the fire brigade and police cars sped up towards the den. The warehouse explosion would go down in Seward history as one of the most tragic events to ever occur in this little town
