Troy
Ragor and I both raced to the same spot. I pulled Kiana away just as the heartbreaking notes of anguish erupted from her, and her father pulled away the invisible figure of her memory.
“Wolves are not meant to be nulls,” the Crone spat. “She’s not strong enough to handle the responsibility. Put her out of her misery and save us all.”
The walls began to crack around us, and I pulled Kiana up and held her. There was nothing that I could say to her now that she would listen to, but I could hold her and whisper that she was loved and protected and so strong. I said these words over and over again as the den began to crumble around us.
None of the people from her memories reacted, so this wasn’t the memory. This was Kiana, working through her pain. Stroking her hair, I let her bury her
