We had an entire week of funerals and memorials. Everything felt wrong, though. Tatum was in an induced coma. They saved his leg, but the infection spread everywhere, and Macey had been sick with worry, barely leaving his bedside. Zoe and I had been alternating with taking Taylor. Ava busied herself with work, and so did I. Anything to take my mind off how quickly everything spiraled out of control.
Coming home from work, I had been holed up in my office, which was finally finished, going over documents from both packs. The accounting from the hotel and scraping money left-right, the center to paying bills. Then I spent all afternoon helping Ava move her stuff back home from the apartment out the back of the hotel, which Macey would now take over.
Walking inside, Valen looked over the ba
