Kendell

This wasn't the Silver Wolves I knew. Even though we weren't the celebration type, it was now dead silent like a grave.

I thought to myself, as I stared at the empty seats in my chambers—only a few were occupied.

And my daily job, for the past seven days, was moving from George's chambers to Alexa's.

They both had built a wall around their hearts, giving no room for another.

"We can't keep our dead bodies for long," one of the new elders I had assigned voiced out.

"He is right, Alpha. ...