Fidella’s body convulsed with heavy sobs as she rested her forehead on Titan’s chest, willing it to rise with breath once more. Conri wrapped his arms around her, gently twisting her face into his own collar bone.
“I don’t want to leave him here, with these monsters,” She implored Conri.
“We won’t, my queen, we will take him with us, to honour him,” Conri replied.
Winnifred stepped out from the stairs with the rest of the pack that had been waiting, carrying a soft, crisp white sheet.
“With your permission, Alpha and Luna, we will prepare his body for travel,” The pack approached carefully, packing his wound, and wiping the blood of their enemies off him.
Iselda’s solitary tear travelled down her cheeks as she turned to the Heatons. As planned, the former masters were the only hu
