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Meeting of the Alphas

The Next Day...

Zack's POV

Leaning against the old rotten doorway, I gaze down the stairs into the deserted jail cells. Memories of a little fifteen year old girl flashes through my mind. Her strength, her confidence, her innocence, and her smile. A soft warm hand crawls up my spine and places a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head and smile softly at Rosalie. She closes the door in front of me and pulls me into the living room.

"You can't keep staring down into that basement, we have an emergency national pack meeting this morning remember?" Rosalie reminds me and I sigh letting out a deep breath of distress. I turn back to look at the closed basement door and I felt her hand grip my chin and she forced me to look into her eyes. I can see the tears starting to brim the edge of her eyelid and she lets out a shaky sigh.