I didn't sleep that night. I simply watched over my mate and her grieving family.
Although they were all adults, the four of them looked like children, cuddled up with one another against the wall, their faces expressing varying degrees of pain and grief, even when unconscious. Most of my concern was for my mate, but I did feel a small amount of sadness over the passing of her previous Alpha and Luna. I hadn't known Alpha Ryder that well, and his wife and mate even less so. But they'd been good people.
Around seven in the morning, I left the room and went straight to my office, locking the door behind me. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed the number Blake had jotted down earlier in the night. Belle's father answered on the fourth ring. Even over the phone, he sounded well beyond e
