ALPHA CORVIN
This was the first time in over a year I had called for a meeting like this.
After Zoya died I went down a spiral, letting the pack operations slip while I locked myself in my study and pretended the world outside did not exist. But I could still function then and put on the mask of Alpha when necessary and make the decisions that needed making.
When Freya died I lost myself completely.
There was no mask left, no ability to pretend I gave a damn about pack politics or leadership or anything beyond the fact that my mate was gone and she was never coming back. My sons hated me, the pack fell into chaos, Victor was slaughtering people in the streets, and I could not even find the strength to get out of bed and stop him.
I had resolved myself to death.
What was the point of living if Freya was not in this world? What was the purpose of being Alpha when everything I touched turned to ash and everyone I loved ended up destroyed?
