Braxton’s POV I am sitting in my office trying to get work done, but my thoughts keep wondering off. My wolf Blake won’t even talk to me right now. I know I shouldn’t be fooling around with Baylee, she isn’t my mate, but I just needed comfort and she was there. Knock Knock “Come in” Tristan comes in and slumps into the sofa, he looks a little better than earlier today after the argument with Addy, but I can still see the pain across his face. I know the death of his father has been hard on him. It’s been hard on all of us. My parents maybe the leaders of the pack, but his parents, they were the glue. Everyone loved his dad and mom; they were like second parents to me. I know when we lost his mom 5 years ago it was rough, but his dad helped pull him and Addy through. Now, it’s just him and Addy. “I’m not going to ask how you are doing, because I know the answer by how shitty you look. You want to talk?” “Which part? The part where I am trying to figure out how to grieve
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