Carefully, I protected Sasha’s head with the hand of my injured arm and leaned against the edge of the panel while I watched them. I didn’t understand how he could act so coldly about something so delicate. But then I realized it wasn’t coldness—it was strength. He had to remain firm at all times, after all.
That’s what an “alpha” was for. The others expected him to be the strongest one, to always guide them.
Again, I felt very sorry for Alexander.
“Do you want me to do anything with the body?” the agent asked afterward.
“It would be good to cremate her, but the smoke could draw attention and there’s no need to involve the police. No. Just… try to bury her again as best you can, so no one finds her until we can finish this.” Alexander replied slowly, as if thinking about what was best
