Nine Months After The Gathering
Dear Vance,
Or should I call you Alpha? Thank you for your offer of protection, but I’ve realized that like you, I have responsibilities to my pack.
They need me to keep them safe, because the ones who are meant to keep them safe are failing miserably.
There was an increase in cubs this spring, although their mortality rates seem to be high.
Pups who were happy and healthy one day are gone the next.
The older Omega from my pack recently died, and it’s time for me to do my duty, because up until now, I didn’t realize how many burdens the old Omega shouldered.
Please tell Talbot and Franklin not to worry. I will see them at the next gathering, I’m sure, but I don’t think I will have the opportunity to write to them anymore.
Thank you again for your offer, Alpha. It’s enough to know that men like you and the twins exist in the world.
Best wishes,
Dawn xo