Jax POV:
Walking back from finishing the personal visits to the families that lost loved ones, the mood is somber as the feeling of grief lingers in my heart. Ma walks beside me, silent in her feelings also, but with her head held high as the sense of comfort is emitted from her presence.
“How are you doing ma?” I ask her as I gesture for her to take a seat by the gardens entrance.
Offering me a sad smile, I see a glimpse of her worry she feels for her lost pup, the sadness she holds for our pack members and the concern she has for me.
“I’m ok Jax” she sighs. “I feel a bit useless, I want to find Mila…I want her home, where she’s safe and loved. The thought of her suffering because of Bruno is eating at me.”
“Have you spoken to Pa?” I ask her as she nods her head slowly.
“I did” she
