Chapter 60

Adrian's POV

For once, no one bothers us, but I wish they would. It would make me feel better. I feel as if I failed these people. I should have done something sooner, instead of hiding in the church like a fucking coward.

Tonight, the campfires are cold, the wolves are quiet, the children are softly sobbing in their tents. “Where are the Berger kids?” I ask Pippa.

“Monty gave them their own tent. Brendan didn’t want to stay with us. He says he’s old enough to take care of his own sisters.”

“He’ll be a good Alpha.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. “Considering his…lineage.”

“Do you think people are born cruel?” I ask as I unzip our tent flap and usher her inside. “Denise raised Brendan. He has his mother's kindness and his father's strenght. It's a good combination. With a little guidance, he'll make a great leader.”

“A leader without a pack,” Pippa says, her voice reflecting all the sadness I feel.

She’s not wrong. If everything the mage told us is to be believed, Caspian wiped out his own