Sixty Three

LIAM POV

Mom is practically jogging as we head towards the stream the pack used to retrieve our Luna. Her heartbeat is running wild, and I know she is in pain, but I can't bring myself to comfort her. I don't know what to say.

Thomas and I didn't grow up together. He was the eldest out of us and a good fifty, some odd years older than me. We were family but not friends. I loved him, but not like mom and dad loved him. I have no idea how to feel about losing my brother. I haven't ever lost anyone before.

"It's okay, Brittany. I smell him," Alpha says to calm mom down, and I sniff the air.

My siblings all do the same as me, and mom sighs out in relief.

Dad's familiar scent is mixed with two others, so it's hard to find in the faint breeze, but after a few moments, I pinpoint him, and so do my siblings. Kelsey shoots me a sad glance, and I nod to signal I smell it too.

One of the scents mixed with dad is definitely Thomas, but his smell is all wrong. His typical cedar smell is mix