Chapter 117

We had an entire week of funerals and memorials. Everything felt wrong, though, the city was quiet as we tried to settle back into life. Tatum was in an induced coma. They saved his leg, but infection spread everywhere, and Macey had been sick with worry, barely leaving his bedside. Zoe and I had been alternating with taking Taylor. Ava busied herself with work, and so did I. Anything to take my mind off how quickly everything spiraled out of control.

Coming home from work, I had been holed up in my office, which was finally finished, going over documents from both packs. The accounting from the hotel and scraping money left-right, the center to paying bills. Then I spent all afternoon helping Ava move her stuff back home from the apartment out the back of the hotel, which Macey would now take over.

Walking inside, Valen looked over the back of the couch, and the beer in his hand didn’t escape my eyes as he quickly placed it down to turn to look at me.

“I

I put your dinner in the microwave, and Valarian asked for you at bedtime,” Valen says and I nod while dumping my handbag on the hallstand.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I have been calling all afternoon. And you shoved me out of the mind link,” he said, his tone clipped at the end.

“I was with my father and Ava. I helped her move back in with dad,” I answered while moving to the ki