Chapter 77. I’ll Be Their Fist

The floodgates open, and the emotions spew out, borne of anxiety, the panic immersing me painfully as Sierra tries and hushes my obvious distress. Pulling me into her warm embrace in a hug, her fingers to my face softly brushing my hair back, I fight to stay locked on her eyes and not back down.

“We have babies to protect and a son to bring home… We’re not ready to die, and I am NOT leaving my baby out there any longer in the cold dark world without me. I did that for too long. It’s time I was his mother and brought him home like I should have done ten years ago.” Her voice stern, her manner strong. Sierra is different from how she’s been these months and has seemed to have found an inner fire. I don’t care; she won’t be coming with me.

“Your pack is with you. You have no choice, Luna.” Tom invades the podium and rests a hand on my shoulder, bringing my attention back to the front, and the sight almost ends me. Wolves crowd closer, tears in their eyes as they huddle in,