Kieran's POV,
The whiskey burned my throat as I took another gulp, but it did nothing to dull the void in my heart. A few hours had passed since my warriors found Mira’s skeleton near the other side of the river. The wooden box holding her remains was lying on the table, searing my soul in unbearable pain.
“How… how could I be so blind to lose you, Mira.”
The door creaked open, Beta Dexter’s scent hit my nostrils cutting through the whiskey’s haze. He stopped in the doorway turning his face hard, his chest still wrapped with heavy bandages.
“Alpha,” he shouted bluntly after stepping inside, his eyes narrowing at the bottle in my hand. “Enough of this. This isn’t you. Stop drowning in pity and lead the pack as a true Alpha. The pack needs you and the war won’t wait.”
I glared at him wi
