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“I’m fine.” It was a lie.
He pushed her away to look at her, not believing her words. She’d seen too much tonight. Definitely a lie. And that arm…
“You’re injured.” He stroked her arm, mindful not to touch her wounds.
“It will heal.”
Oh, it would, he could see that. Still, she wasn’t shifter so it would take longer than them. Especially if left on its own. “Make sure you find Fern. She’ll heal you.”
“I will.”
One of the pack members, now dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, entered the room and paused respectfully nearby.
That was all the time he could have with Tamaska. His pack needed him, and he had to address their concerns. Otherwise, they might never recover from the attack.
“I’ll be fine,” said Tamaska.
He stepped away from her and the pack member held out a small pile of clothes that Kodiak accepted gratefully. He pulled them on. “What’s up”
The shifter cleared his throat. “We want to know where to dig the graves.”
“There’s the normal place, but….” Too many dead. That was what was unsaid. “Further out, the hunting grounds in the bush we own. It’s close but has enough space, and it seems like a good thing.”
“Okay, so there?”
Kodiak nodded. Yes, it would be perfect. Right at the edge of the bushland, and it would be perfect for digging. They could easily push aside the bushes, bury their dead, and return the plants so no one but the pack would know what lay below.
He’d go and help them prepare the earth. It was the least he could do.
“Actually, I’ll show you where.”
Tamaska hadn’t left yet.
“I thought I told you to find Fern.”
“Yeah,” she said. “But I thought maybe I could be better use—”
He took hold of her shoulders. “You’ll be of use healed and alive. And after you see her, go to Ash, okay?”
She nodded.
He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her gently on the lips. “Don’t go leaving the clubhouse.”
“I won’t.”
Her strength matched his, and he knew deep down that she was the only mate for him. But would the pack agree?
28
Kodiak
The pack stood in a semicircle;heads bowed in respect. The sky lightened with the birth of a new day, but the long night they’d survived would live on in Kodiak’s mind forever.
No doubt it would do the same in all of their minds.
He stood by the series of graves, which had been dug deep into the rich earth behind the clubhouse.
Each grave held one of their packmates, along with the means for a quick cremation.
