His suite was quite bigger than hers. The colors consisted of grey and black. Felt like him, smelt like him.
"Have a seat" He said and she did. Admitting she wanted help was hard for Sierra, especially to someone like Seth.
"Talk to me, Sierra" He was soft, he could see the conflicted expression on her face.
"That war did a lot of damage to my pack" She hated how she sounded weak and tired. " It's not over. After the fight, Dexter took some of my pack members"
"Go on" He urged.