(Dahmali's POV)
Disgust coursed through my veins as I paced the room Bjorn and I were to share. Daphne sat in the corner sobbing uncontrollably. "How-how could this have happened?" Daphne asked through tears. I couldn't even respond because I didn't trust my own voice. How could I lose my lover and dear friend in the blink of an eye? It all happened so fast.
I was making my way downstairs when my gums started to tingle. Before I knew it, my darkness had taken over, and I was wrapped around that disgusting mutt as tingles erupted over my body. I might not have a soul, but I had a heart that ached for Bjorn. What would I tell my clan? We were a small clan of only 8, but I led them for over 50 years. How will everyone back home be able to trust the wolves now if I come back without Bjorn?
