But there wasn't much to say.
They had killed another of my own.
I turned toward the door.
"We're going to find out who did this."
As I left, a part of me felt responsible for what happened.
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BLOOD CRESCENT
ALEXANDER
I had been back at the pack house for some time before I realized I hadn't seen Faye yet.
I was sitting in the living room, going through a few things on my phone, when the thought suddenly crossed my mind. Since returning, I hadn't seen her once. It was unusual enough that I found myself looking toward the stairs for a moment, almost expecting her to appear.
When she didn't, I picked up my phone and called her.
She answered after a few rings.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm in Irene's room," Faye said. "Are you back?"
"Yes, I came in a while ago."
I said it a
