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Fleki’s POV

For a person that was as conversant with death as I was, the elder’s sudden death caused an incurable sore in my being that I couldn't shake off. Everyday seemed like a blur and felt as empty as the last, it was as though I’d drowned in the pain I felt so much that it’d numbed out every other feeling.

It was even harder to manage how broken I felt by her passing because of how angry and unsettled my wolf had been. Ever since Reid had convinced me that going on a rampage to fuel my blood lust and satisfy my rage wasn't what the elder would've wanted, I knew that using that as a means of release wasn't an option, so I’d bottled up my emotions because I didn't want to disrespect her memory by doing what she’d have frowned at.

However, what had truly left me heartbroken was the fact that the elder had been murdered right under my very nose. It turned out that the visions she’d had of her death wasn't a natural occurrence, and I could’ve cheated fate if I’d simply checked up on