"What?" Kerry asked, his voice stuck deep in his throat, threatening to strangle him.
"He took her? He's going to take her soul. What…why wouldn't she say anything? Where did he take her? How did no one know about this-," it all poured out of him like uncontrollable word vomit.
Alex stepped forward and carefully put his palm on Kerry's shoulder.
"Calm down. We're going to get to the bottom of this. Let's get back to the pack house and talk to Dad."
Kerry swallowed the urge to cry like a little pup. He hated pity, and that included self-pity, but he'd already lost his first mate, he couldn't lose his second chance.
He refused not to be there for her as he wasn't for Chelsey. She'd died in battle, a battle he was a part of, but didn't get there in time. He would get to Demetria in time
