Melody drifted in and out of consciousness as her brothers carried her back to the pack house. Blood streaked Ben’s chest, soaking into his shirt and dripping down in a crimson mess. Her voice came out in a broken whisper, full of exhaustion and pleading. "Please... don’t tell Dad," she muttered before slipping under again.
Atlas winced, her words slicing through him like a knife. It could be about so many things, and none of them were good. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his emotions in check, while Ben’s furrowed brow and the protective way he held their sister spoke volumes.
“What happened at that Alpha ceremony, Atlas?” Ben asked quietly. “Has Elliot told you anything?”
“No,” Atlas admitted, frustration lacing his tone. “He got home and was whisked away by his father and wife.
