I froze.
My mind and heart seemed to stop functioning altogether. I can't even think of any proper words to describe how I should be feeling or thinking at the moment. My hands ran cold and clammy as I merely stared at Alastor.
He watched me as he cupped my face with both his hands, "I apologize. I should've—"
"It's fine," I softly interjected, "What about the rogue attack?" I asked, staring into an empty space, seeing nothing but all the blood that was shed into that same attack just a month ago.
"Brianna said she had samples of fur from some of the dead rogues in your previous pack. It went through a series of tests, and they, all members of the delta strategic team, have finally come into a single conclusion."
Alastor paused and looked at me, not sure if he should continue. I gave
