Nina
"You don't have to do this, Nina," Lucas pleads for the umpteenth time.
We are heading toward the scene of the incident, and I insisted on coming along with the rest of the pack despite Dominic's warning of the macabre details of the death.
"I want to. I'm the alpha, it's my responsibility to be there for my pack," I reply firmly.
The tension is palpable as we approach the clearing where the attack took place. The scent of blood and death hangs heavy in the air, making my stomach churn.
I survey the scene, taking in the broken branches, the patches of torn earth, and the splatters of blood on the ground. My wolf stirs within me, restless and angry at the injustice that has been done to our pack.
Lucas puts a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me. "Are you ready for this?"
