Jackson
I had been dreaming of Scarlett. I could hear her voice in my head but she was always just out of my reach.
“I’m sorry Jackson. I need you to be okay for our pups. I know you are strong enough. I love you.”
It was like her presence had lingered at Silver Oak, waiting for me to return. I didn’t need to be told where her body would be, my feet found it of their own accord.
Both she and my father had been brought down and were laid side by side in the packhouse.
Her body was cold to the touch, her clothes stain red with her blood. Onyx whimpered in my head, his rage replaced with sorrow. I hoped that Arwen had managed to reach out to him before she was gone. It was said our wolves felt the loss of their mate more then we did so I couldn’t even bear to believe that he was in m
