“Still no sign of her Maxon,” I asked the moment he had walked into our room.
It had been almost two weeks since the attack and we were all trying to not only rebuild our homes but our lives as well. Though only a few members were lost, their families still grieved, and we grieved with them. Maxon and I did our duties and paid our respects to the families, especially the pack doctors’. I thanked his family because without his sacrifice I wouldn’t have been there talking to them in the first place. The doctor’s death was an issue within office was because there was no one else here qualified to care for my pups and I. We had already made a call to a few of the surrounding packs for a pack doctor they had to spare. We hadn’t gotten any responses…
Maxon sighed, his body sagging in on itself
