“My condolences, Luna,” Michael and L.A. said in unison. I glanced at them and gave a weak smile. The pack house was full—every member had come to offer their sympathy, mourning our loss. The weight of grief pressed heavily on me, and I couldn't stop blaming myself for what had happened. It was my fault he was gone. A single tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away.
“My condolences, Anya,” Alpha Allan said as he took a seat beside me.
“My condolences, Anya,” Brett echoed, sitting next to the Alpha. I offered him a small smile and mouthed, “Thank you.”
“We’ve locked them up,” Alpha Allan suddenly announced. I remained silent. After the battle that claimed Damien’s life, the remaining rogues either fled or were captured. Those who were wounded but still alive were taken to
