Maddox's POV
I am on my knees, right by my father. Well, my father's dead body. I am still trying to process the fact that he is dead now. I will not have someone to run for advice if I mess things up. I don't want to be the head of my family. Not now. I want to scream but somehow I am unable to even make a small sound.
"Maddox," Kelsie whispers, followed by a sob but all I can focus on is dad in front of me.
Ian is the one to react quickly as he storms to the corner the arrow must have come and is already searching every inch there. It must be someone from the pack because no one has permission to get in without me saying so.
I look at dad again and hold his hand in mine. His body is not so warm like it usually is. How long have we all been sitting here like this?
"Dad," I finally
