Chase
Two days.
Two long, miserable days.
The packhouse had never felt this quiet before.
Even during winter storms when everyone was inside, there had always been laughter somewhere... voices... the sound of pups running through the halls.
Now?
Grief hung over the pack like a heavy fog.
Dinner was silent.
The long wooden tables in the dining hall were full, but hardly anyone spoke. Plates clinked softly against the wood. A few quiet murmurs passed between family members, but mostly the wolves sat with bowed heads, lost in their own mourning.
I sat at the end of the table.
My mother's chair beside me was empty.
I hadn't realized how many times I used to glance toward her during meals.
Now every time my eyes drifted to that seat, my chest tightened.
Across from me, Tyler
