Lynch

A few days had passed since Milinda’s funeral.

The pack was still quiet, that aura of heaviness that funerals leave behind still in the air.

Movements were slower, plans stalled, and conversations stayed soft. Even the air in the courtyard pretended to be careful.

For the Alpha house, however, it was a different story.

It was as if we were back at the battlefield with the Nulan pack.

Only that this time, we were not fighting against a rival pack. We were fighting ...