Cameron's POV
I always loved having Amy in my arms. The tranquility and peace it provided made me content, but not this time. This time, I had to hold my devastated mate as she cried her heart out into my chest. It broke even my wolf as he joined her in sorrow.
Everything turned upside-down in the blink of an eye. One moment we were happily waiting to welcome Johnathan into our pack, and the next, we had to transport his corpse into the morgue.
It was supposed to be a family day, filled with laughter and people we cared about, but rogues snatched it away from Amy in the cruelest way possible. The guilt of failing hung heavily on my shoulders.
I have to admit the rogues were tricky to fight, not because of being outnumbered, but because of their surprising coordination of moves. I train
