*Micah*
The sound of crying continues to haunt me as I leave the home of the last warrior who passed away. His wife and children had not taken it well. Sometimes, I hate being the Alpha. It would be so much easier to just be a warrior, a cog in the machine. I'd fight my best and try to defend my pack, but I wouldn't be the one who is always responsible for everything. Not just telling the loved ones that someone has died, but ultimately, I am the one that is responsible for the lives that were lost because I give the orders.
I wave at a few people as I walk home, but I can't force a smile. It's been a long few days, and I just want to go back to my bed and crash. That's not exactly true. I want to go to Zariah's house. I want to sneak up onto the roof near her bedroom window and tap on t
