The frightened young girl couldn't see me, and I wasn't sure what had drawn her to this part of the Packhouse when Alpha Walker was away, or why she felt any need to apologize to an empty room the way she had just done.
She had approached Alpha Walker's bed with trepidation, taking tiny steps and glancing around her to make sure nobody was going to emerge from the shadows and tell her off for being here. She perched nervously on the edge of the bed when she finally reached it, then clasped her hands in her lap and stared down at them.
"I'm sorry..." she repeated in a shaky voice as she began to fumble with her hands, and I wanted to rest my hand on her shoulder and tell her that whatever she was sorry about could not be as bad as she felt now.
She sobbed, and let herself collapse down o
