Zaid
Watching the crowd gather before the makeshift stage that Amos hastily assembled, I continue to hold Ember against me, her small body wrapped around me as she buries her face into the crook of my neck. We’d decided that Matias would be the one to talk to the wolves, as this was his pack. I would just stand there holding my mate in support of him killing Kendrik and Victoria, his half-siblings.
[Can we go home as soon as this is done?] Ember asks through our link, which has grown stronger since her shift. There’s a slight whimper in her voice, and I can feel her exhaustion through the bond. She’s been through so much because of the wolves leading this pack, and I can’t blame her for not wanting to stay in Snarling Lox any longer than necessary.
Whispers of those wondering who I was
