Lauchlan
He’d made his way to Amora’s home with his unit, and the ceremonial blade, to do her pack pledge in her house. He’d made the decision to go to her, because he had no idea if she could actually come and attend to the pack pledge, if there was an order on her not to ever do it.
He’d cut his hand and hers and pressed his palm to hers, without even saying anything to her, in case she couldn’t, only speaking once her blood was meshed with his. So those orders would be falling away as he spoke, and he’d held onto her hand and saw the relief in her expression as she accepted him.
Then her knees had given way, and she’d collapsed down to the ground. He’d tried to catch her, but Dawson had beaten him to him. He’d taken his entire unit, knowing he couldn’t do it alone. There needed to be
