Alpha Andersson
When Veronica started crying it broke my heart, I never wanted to see her hurt. I took off my sweatshirt, pulled it down over her head, and scooped her up. Taking a life was hard enough, but having to go to his burial afterward was torture. I knew she didn’t plan on attending, but she wouldn’t leave her cousin to bury her brother alone that isn't who she is.
She buried her face in my chest and sobbed as I walked us back onto our territory towards the packhouse. I walked back slowly to avoid and unwanted attention, she needed a night off from being Luna.
‘Demetri, I’m on my way back to the packhouse with Ronnie. I need a clear path up to our room.’
‘Yes, Alpha. How is she?’ he asked.
‘Physically she’s fine, but emotionally this is hitting her hard.’ I explained.
‘She
