Chapter 400

• Mac's voice broke and he blinked back unshed tears as he tried to keep some level of control. "I can still see Sophia as if it happened yesterday. There are nights I lie awake in tears because the only memory I have left of my little girl is of her lying dead. I can't remember her smile or the sound of her laughter. I can't remember her scent or what it felt like to hold her in my arms. All that remains is her throat torn out, the blood and the awful stench of death."
• Andrei slowly crossed the room fighting with the urge to rip something to shreds at just the thought of anything happening to his children. The raw pain in Mac's voice helped to keep him calm, helped to diffuse the need to turn feral and attack his friend. Logic told him that Mac wasn't threatening his children with his words but it was his nature to overreact when his family or pack appeared to be threatened. But he held his emotions in check and concentrated on what Mac was saying and the pain he was in.
• Andrei couldn't understand how Mac had borne the level of pain and grief he'd had for fifteen hundred years and still remained sane. Only a strong male could have endured it. He had to reluctantly concede that Mac's pain was so deeply embedded, that the likelihood of him changing his mind on the topic was remote.