LYCANDRA POV.
The drawing room is in complete uproar as most of the remaining pack has gathered together. Moms clutching their little ones close to them and the men standing close to their mates and families as they try to make themselves heard over the shouting of the others. Tracy has a tight grip on my arm, and I can feel her trembling. We were standing at the back of the room, the other wolves giving us a wide gap between them and us as they gave us glances. Or at least give me curious looks. I looked at Tracy’s pale face and place a reassuring hand on her hand that is gripping me tightly. She is visibly stressed and that's not good for her. Not in her condition.
It has been four days since the attack. Four days since my father died and my brothers had to take on leadership of the pa
