Hours had passed since Mabel had been reported dead and a black cloud settled over Lustrum, shrouding the whole pack in its darkness. The cook had been loved by almost everyone in the pack so her death stung the hearts of many. Losing one of their own was already painful but it hurt all the more when it was a close friend.
In a little bit a funeral was going to be held to send off the deceased soul peacefully and Doran knew it wasn’t going to be the only funeral they’d be having in the pack.
It was a matter of time before Mabel’s mate followed her to the after life.
Asher had returned to the pack a little while back with a missing limb and fearful temper. The fury that emanated off the male made even Doran cautious to approach him. One wrong word or move and he knew he’d be on the re
