Nina
The air feels heavier than it should as the last of the pack steps forward. It’s too quiet now, the kind of silence that makes your skin itch. I glance around, taking in the somber faces, the bowed heads. Nobody says it, but it’s there, hanging between all of us. We failed them. Luke and Parker. We weren’t fast enough. Smart enough. Something enough.
I take a deep breath and step forward again, my boots crunching against the gravel. The pack’s eyes follow me like they’re waiting for me to fall apart. Too bad. Not happening.
“We’re not letting this go,” I say, my voice cutting through the silence. “Luke and Parker deserve better than that.”
There’s a murmur, soft at first, but it grows. Heads nod. Eyes harden. They’re angry. Good.
From the back, one of the younger wolves speaks up
