Soldiering On

Ganta could hardly believe it either how fast Ulric was growing… He was hardly a baby anymore, yet he was sure that both he and Roza felt that he’d always be their baby. The male walked with him and Roza to the spot where they’d call the meeting, his own thoughts churning. Though they had not found Philomena Ganta wasn’t ready yet to give up on her. Their daughter had to be out there somewhere… she had to be! The brute could feel it. He didn’t know how… but he was sure that his siblings had their daughter somewhere, and alive.

Ganta came to a stop when Roza did, slowly seating himself. The last time they had a pack meeting was the day Philly was taken… and since then the pack had pretty much fallen to the wayside. Ganta felt guilty… missing daughter or not he could not neglect their members any longer, and thank goodness he had Roza to remind him of that. He joined her howl, pressing lightly into his mate as he did so.

She was his rock… and together, as a family, as a pack, they were going to overcome anything.