Astor’s Pov
I was drowning with guilt and regret but I kept a reassuring myself that I did what I needed to do.
I walked the dungeon with every step feeling like a betrayal. The words I used the venom I said. The anger and everything l watched my mother do.
I couldn't try and defend her so I had to watch everything happen and I kept trying to convince myself that as long as it meant to save him her life but I couldn't convince my heart and my wolf.
If I had continued to let her stay at our house and not brought her to the dungeon then my pack, our pack, would tear her apart.
My father was loved. Deeply loved and respected. His death was a wound that cut every member of the Pack. And my mother? She had lost her mate. Her sorrow was a raw, open thing that fueled the pack's rage.
Fait
