Alpha Randall remained in his room all morning. He hadn't seen Klara since he woke up. He felt bad. Perhaps he was too hard on her last night.
Klara wasn't just a pack member. She was more like family to him. Growing up, they had been good friends... All of them. That was before the tragedy struck, making him detach himself from any form of friendship. Besides, as an Alpha, he had to be more of a leader than a friend to everyone in his pack... Including Klara, but she was still dear to him.
This warmth, however, clashed violently with her recent behavior. Never before had he known Klara to question his judgment, to cast doubt upon the future of the pack with such intensity.
Visha embodied everything he believed was best for the pack. Visha was their salvation. Klara will get to unders
