Chapter 138 Death Upon Werewolves

• I did not have to ask, I just knew. I knew the silence in the pack was the darkness falling on us heavy. I knew the silence was the grief that had befell on us. I knew many were devastated with no hope of what to do.
• I held the king even tighter feeling my own tears fill my eyes. I did not know what to think or do. So many deaths I did not even want to comprehend. The mates? What would they do? How would they survive?
• My heart tore apart with the king falling silent as he just held onto me so tightly. He held onto me like I was his last hope, his body going hard and cold all at the same time.