Vance's POV
I looked at the life I had just taken, it was a young child, a mother's pup.
The mother wails out loudly in defiance, damming all lupine authority, she throws herself against the bare floor, hitting her head hard.
Other pack mothers, at first reluctant and fearful, begin to join her.
The she-wolves howled mournfully under the silver glow of the moon. Their sorrow echoed through the trees, in profound grief.
The already not-so vibrant spirit of the wilderness dimmed further as their eyes reflected the pain of losing a precious pup.
Each step through the moonlit shadows was heavy, burdened by the weight of a grieving mother's heart.
Nadia holds me closer.
The pack felt the depth of her sorrow, a collective lamentation for the loss that affected them all.
