She pressed her forehead to the wall and tried to take a breath, but her lungs wouldn’t expand. The walls felt as if they were closing in on her. Not only had she lost Alina, but now she’d been placed in the former female alpha’s shoes, and they were shoes Jacque knew she wasn’t worthy to fill.
“Why them?” Jacque wasn’t speaking blindly. She was addressing the Great Luna. “Why did you have to take them? Of every damn person on the battlefield, why them?” It was horrible of Jacque to think that someone else’s death would have been acceptable, but she felt like she could have handled it better if it had been someone else. Maybe it was because she was feeling Fane’s grief, and maybe it had something to do with the new pack bond that had attached her and Fane to the rest of the pack. Whatever
