Jack’s POV
I held my mate close as the fire slowly burned out, the ashes flying away and melting with the dark skies. I knew she blamed herself and that she didn’t truly want a war right now. Our allies were still too far away and wouldn’t be here in time to help us. All of the weak were still here, everyone who wasn’t a fighter---
They were all in danger…
I nuzzled her cheek, pulling her a little closer as a cold breeze swept over the earth. The fire from the pyre had kept us all warm while it still burned, but now that the fire was out, the cold winds of the season were making their appearance. Most of the wolves had shifted, all of them gathered around us and giving each other comfort, as well as getting it…
I still couldn’t wrap my mind around how Pax could have been killed. She was one of the most powerful Fae I’d ever encountered. She could shapeshift into a million different things; she could read minds and I knew for a fact that Chris had taught her some self-defense.