I had stood back in complete confusion at the scene that had unfolded. It had seemed the very Alpha that had criticised me for not being worthy of his daughter had been unworthy of the very she-wolves he had made his own. He had been unworthy of the life he had been blessed with. And, according to Patrick, as Alpha Alexander left the pack, he would be punished by The Council now that the wedding was done. The man was far from the honourable Alpha he had people believe.
Fallen Hollow Pack's reign would fall to a cousin of Alpha Alexander, as neither one of his daughters wished for any involvement. And, as I had quickly learned, their mothers were planning to move to Crimson Claw Creek to be alongside their daughters. The strength of the two women was remarkable as they rejected him, but it was nothing more than the man deserved. Just as I had been offered refuge here, so had Grace, her mother, and Freya. We all had a home within a pack that respected us.
