During the few funeral rites Alpha Renard held in Blackwood, he spent a lot of time pontificating. Especially during the rites for his sons.
Here, Lucas says nothing. Does nothing. Only stands there, his arms crossed over his chest, as he watches the pyres burn.
The amount of human bodies decreases as they all take to their wolf forms, standing and waiting. When I glance at Kellan, I can see that unfocused look in his eyes.
Lucas must be talking through the pack link.
That's why it's quiet.
There are wolves to either side of him, and I don't recognize any of them. Then again, I know very few members of the pack.
I'd chafed over that, used it as an excuse to go to the party.
But how much effort had I made to get to know these people?
At every turn, I felt stifled by their regard for me as Lucas' mate.
Did I ever engage the wolves around me in conversation? I don't even know most of their names.
