The morning came with a heaviness that touched all of them. The survivors looked back towards their home with despondency and pain. Then, they trudged along the road toward Summer.
Caleb watched as Axel hugged and consoled several of the elderly and a few of the teenagers. He had known their parents. Their brothers and sisters. He could offer them comfort. But Caleb had only ever met their Alpha, a man that was torn apart while trying to call for help as his pack was decimated.
Summer was opening their gates, welcoming the survivors into their homes. But Caleb couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t too little, too late at this point.
Jonas limped over to Caleb.
“Looks like that wolf got you good,” Caleb said.
Jonas squeezed his thigh, wincing at the pain.
“A small wound,” he smiled. “But enough to prevent me from following the escort. I return home from here.”
Caleb nodded.
“I’m sure Liara will appreciate that.”
