Natalia’s POV
The numbness felt like a mercy.
I couldn’t feel anything. No anger. No grief. There was only hollowness and hunger, like a pit had opened up inside of me. I wanted to gorge myself on pain, but I would get none. The pit only widened with each breath.
Dead. Andrei and Damon were, more likely than not, dead.
Grace was still on the floor, sobbing into her hands. The crowd had begun to disperse, leaving us to our grief. I looked around, looked for guidance, but there was no one left. Just me.
Someone needed to take charge. Someone needed to keep the pack from falling apart.
That someone had to be me.
I reached down and placed my hand on Grace’s shoulder. She flinched at my touch, then looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes.
“Get up,” I said quietly.
“Natalia, I can’t—”
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