Inez looked at the countless graves that had been dug overnight. The kids who were taken away from their rightful places had finally returned, but in silence. The pack seemed to have been shrouded with a thick layer of nothing but grief and sorrow. The loss of the pups was always a big loss, but this felt even more personal as she watched the parents cry their hearts out while trying to look for their child, who might never return.
She turned to look at Killian, who stood just a bit far from her. He was staring at the graves that were being closed up one by one. Those stiff shoulders, those clenched fists, they told a different story. She wanted to go ahead and stand next to him, but Inez knew that Killian would not appreciate it.
He wanted a moment of silence where he could accept the grief that was rolling in the air like the scent of the fresh soil that had been dug up.
