Fated Tragedy
Lifting her into my arms, Ryan’s voice came through the link.
‘Climb. I’ll take us home. I’ll handle the funeral arrangements. It will be more personal—it was her pup. I’m not a monster, brother. War shaped me into many things, but I know you can handle some burdens better than me. This one… I know how to help her better than I’ve shown.’
For once, I couldn’t argue.
I hated how helpless I felt, hated how I was losing focus, how I couldn’t seem to find the right way to reach her. She was our mate, and she needed us now—but my strength felt useless.