Lacey
I walked quietly in front of Fin, leaning into his arm that rested gently around my waist as we made our way to Warrior Nate’s house. Fin had informed me of his name. He was the man in the hospital when Ellie was releasing us. His son, Nate Jr., did not make it through the battle.
Fin had given me all of this information, letting me know Nate Jr. was only twenty-eight, exceptionally young for werewolves who were known to live for hundreds of years before the war started and we killed each other off long before we had a chance to grow old.
Guilt clenched in my stomach as we made our way up the path leading to their front door. I watched what must have been his mother walk in front of the kitchen window, sinking into a chair, her head folding into her hands as I could see the viciou
