Leaving Amelia alone didn’t feel right. It felt wrong as f**k. But I could feel that she needed to handle this without me, so I reluctantly gave her space. That doesn’t mean I’m not tuned into her emotions though. Never been more grateful for our bond than I am right now.
Walking into the packhouse the atmosphere is desolate. There are pack members scattered around consoling each other, some are angry, some are sobbing; just a mix of emotions that I completely understand. Losing a pack member is never easy. Packs are tight-knit; it’s how we thrive and survive. A wolf needs a pack, so losing a member of our pack hits us all hard.
I didn’t know the guy, but his death has affected even me. I feel angry that someone could do that to him. Just thinking of how painful his death must have been
