The Alphas' Angel
The same church that, less than 24 hours later, according to my Father, would be nothing more than ash and memories.
The second I stepped out of the car, the pungent stench of scorched skin and hair assaulted my nostrils. Covering my nose with my sleeve, I felt my eyes watering my senses going into overload. Marcus oversaw those pack members as they handed out water and masks, some offering first aid to those who needed it. Watching my pack jump into protection mode, I felt pride orbit from within me. Leaving my Father to talk to the town mayor, Tommy and I headed toward the devastation.
"Buddy, are you here?" I asked, concerned. He had been silent since we had entered my Father's office.
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