POV. Eric Lafallete.
With everything that has happened, I have hardly been able to be with Isabella, so, as you can imagine, my blue balls are the size of a truck. Her birthday party now looks like a distant dream, where we lived happily, with the only concern on our shoulders, was to love and enjoy the moment. In the blink of an eye, I went from being single, to having a mate, to being an orphan, to being alpha, to being the guardian of my little sisters.
Containing the pups has been the most difficult thing I have had to do. How the f**k do you tell a twelve-year-old girl that her parents were murdered by rogues? And that the pack house that they knew two weeks ago, there is nothing left? Breaking the news allowed me to cry to my parents. Until that moment, I had not been able to do it
