The two men stood over Kylara’s body, absolutely in shock.
“She’s gone, they’re gone,” Alex said looking up at Richard and Gizelle, who had run up right behind him.
The Lycan and the Witch were watching him closely. Werewolves were known to go mad when they lost a mate to death. It was possible that they would need to restrain him to keep him from causing harm to his own warriors.
Gizelle put a tentative hand on his shoulder. “We are sorry for your loss, Alpha.”
Alex looked at them as though they were stupid. “No! They aren’t dead… they’re gone!”
Gizelle looked at the Lycan, hoping that he would have the right words to comfort the Alpha. Alex watched the look passing between them and jumped to his feet in frustration.
Sighing, he tried again. “That wasn’t them when she died. I mea
