Haunted Memories
Finding her broken body in the closet of the abandoned bank was a harsh reality check for the alpha. About a month after she and Boyd had ran from the everything, from the pack, he’d felt the sharp, startling snap! of their connection.
He’d tried to force himself to believe that it was simply because she was too far out of the normal range that packmates needed to stay in in order to feel one another. Or maybe she’d accepted another as Alpha, severing their tether.
But now—-
Now he couldn’t deny it any longer.
Erica was dead. His beta—his family—was dead, and it was his fault.
If only he’d been a better Alpha for her…
If only he could protect her, keep her safe like he’d wanted to, like he tried to do, then perhaps she would still be alive. Perhaps she’d have her license and would be pestering him to please, please, please let her drive the Camaro.
It didn’t matter now. There was no point in thinking about “what ifs.” All that mattered was that he was the death of an innocent girl who’d come to be family when all he ever wanted was to save her from her illness.
And now? Well, now he’d have one more death to weigh him down.
Holding her body close to him, he walked out of the closet, out of the bank, and went to give her a proper burial among the rest of the members of the Hale pack.
