Lacey
Sandy stood at the end of the crowd, holding Dexter’s massive, stiff body in her arms. I fought the shock out of my face as I met her gaze. She held it as she made her way forward, a small group of warriors following behind her, looking a bit shocked at the strength she was displaying.
“Lacey, your words earlier were kind and supporting, even though my attitude toward you was anything but. You reminded me that this was my home. It is a home that Dexter worked really hard to get us into, and I have decided not to abandon it.
“I do know that you tried your best to save everyone, and that attack was brutal. Every wolf who has lived long enough, or seen the effects of this war, knows that even good alphas lose men.
“I would like Dexter buried with the rest of the heroes who sacrifice
