Chapter 98
Tristan
Being in Kellan's shoes has given me a new, painful, soul-deep respect for the man.
He's been unconscious for three weeks.
And Ember hasn't left his side for even a single hour.Not to eat.Not to sleep properly.
Not to breathe without glancing at him.
Which means, by some sick twist of fate and tradition…
I'm the highest-ranking wolf awake.And I've been the acting Alpha Prime this entire time.
And I never, absolutely never—want to do this again. Ever.
The weight is suffocating.
Everyone wants answers.
Everyone needs orders.
"What would Kellan do?"
And the honest answer is:
I don't know.
The man thinks with instinct, fury, and love in equal measure. I am… significantly less poetic.
But I try.
Every day.
I sit through the strategy meetings, send scouts, approve supply runs, reorganize patrol schedules, and sign my name on so many documents I'm starting to forget my own handwriting.
