Austin’s POV
Three days ago, our daughter should have turned eighteen. It was one of the most challenging days for us yet. My wife Amy refused to come out of the bedroom. This year was the reason we had to lose our daughter in the first place. Five other couples like us had to lose their daughters that night as well; none of us spoke about it; we actively tried to avoid each other if we could, but no one wanted to talk about it. That night had been hard enough, and it never got any easier every year.
I worked in the same office as Stephanie Bryden, mother to Tristan, the Alpha’s nephew. He was currently away on pack business, representing the pack in the Winter Moon packs territory.
Every day was the same; I’d say goodbye to my almost silent wife, kiss her on the cheek and drive to
