~ NYSSA
Eric and Jeremiah sat in the front while I stayed in the back, legs pulled up to my chest as we drove down familiar streets.
The pack was as it always was. I wasn't sure why I expected there to be some kind of mourning sign, anything to show that they had lost an Alpha, but it was as if the world had moved on and Henry was no more than a name in the wind and a whispered memory.
"If you're both with me," I began slowly. "Who is with Rowan?"
Eric and Jeremiah locked eyes for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. The response caught me off guard but I remain stoic, eyeing the both of them warily.
"Did I say something funny?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
"That you think the King needs someone with him is laughable," Eric answered. "If there is anyone with him, it would be to make sure he doesn't get pissed and kill everyone in there."
