Emily's POV
The branches crunched beneath Dad's paws as he ran farther away from Silver Pack's warriors. Exhaustion weighed heavy on his body, but he wouldn't let me get down, I could feel through his fur how tense his muscles were.
I would have normally insisted on getting off but fear struck deep in my bones, and left my mouth shut. I had become a rogue and for Dad, something tells me he had become one too.
The memory of Jasper's lifeless body, crumpled against the wall, sent a fresh wave of nausea crashing over me, it was the only thing I could think of.
He had taken care of me since day one, always had my back regardless of the situation, if I was at fault or not, and now it finally got to him.
His death felt like a personal betrayal, adding to the weight of grief and confusion
