He stood in the center of the hall as everyone filed out after the verdict had been delivered. His cousins remained, backs against the wall. He could only guess that the reality of their situation had left the three brothers in shock. All of their personal effects had been packed and loaded into a few suitcases and waited in a van outside.
Fuck. He was now responsible for them all. He didn't know where they'd go or who would have them. Four big ass Polar Bear Shifters weren't exactly inconspicuous. Especially Bowie with his shock of white hair. Doubt and unease began to take hold. What would the four of them do now?
Just then, a senior member of the Clan ambled towards him. He recognized Viktor Snowden and nodded at the man cautiously. He was old, but Bowie knew better than to dismiss
