Malia
The days that followed Jordan’s death passed in a blur. Everyone was suffering, it was as if a fog had dropped over the pack leaving all members in heartbreak. I’d never seen Ty’s heart ache in the way it did now, but the more he seemed to hurt the more he leaned into me. We were stronger together, this was something I’d come to know for certain.
The first night after Jordan’s death, Ty addressed the pack to let them know the rogue attacks were over, that Jordan’s death had been confirmed. I could tell it took everything he had in that speech to hold it together in front of the pack. Then we rushed home and before even making it in the front door the tears came back, forming steady streams down Ty’s cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him, his face buried in my hair. His pain washed
