“Anything you wanna talk about?” Tony asked Dylan in the locker rooms.
He’d just witnessed Dylan nearly rip out a warrior’s arm. Dylan had thrown his all into the final hours of training. Almost as if the devil himself was after Dylan. Tony wondered if maybe the devil was.
It was just them in the locker room now. Today had been one of the joint trainings that the two packs held together.
Dylan looked up at Tony. He’d just stepped out of the showers and had put on his jogging pants. Water droplets clung to his skin. If one looked closely enough, they might have been able to discern the lone tear that fell from his eye and joined the water drops on the side of his cheek.
“She’s dying-“ Dylan’s voice cracked and he turned his back on Tony.
Alyssa was dying. And she thought she deser
