Josh didn’t expect sentimentality from Elaine, but he hadn’t counted on her matter-of-fact attitude toward her brother’s death. He could still smell the scent of pine and musk that was uniquely Silverbane’s scent, and his nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as half the members of the pack, let alone Elaine. How long would that scent take to fade? How long would the pack survive without Silverbane? The questions that played in Josh’s mind were written in the lines of Elaine’s face.
“Aren’t you going to take over the pack?” Josh asked.
Elaine walked past him and into Silverbane’s office. Leaving the door open, she must have known Josh would follow. It was the only way he could get his questions answered.
“No. This family needs an alpha,” she said. The worn leather of Silverbane’s chair barely
