Chapter 42. Meanwhile at the Pack Mansion

FREDERICK'S POV

‘Steele, wake up!’ I bellowed in my wolf's ears as I got swept off into his wild dream. 

I rubbed his forehead as he lay on his side. His body convulsing vehemently as he whimpered in agony, it wasn't physical pain that was clawing at him, it was emotional pain. I felt it too. ‘Shh, it's okay buddy -,’ I cooed. I use my fingers and combed through his sliver fur, hoping that my touch was enough to soothe him. 

Soon I sensed his body relax and then his breathing followed. ‘That's it, buddy, wake up. It's just a bad dream.’

His body jerked awake at my words. His head tilted forward to meet my gaze. 

A great mountain of sadness stared back at me through his glossy dark pupils. He snarled, as his snout crinkled while he flashed me his sharp, deadly canines. ‘But it is not just a dream, Freddy - she's dead, our mate is dead!’

His words rang through my ears, causing pain to radiate through my soul.

My soul ached as if