father of mine

Theory tensed when he brought up the pack members they had laid to rest there. She closed her eyes tightly, shedding wordless tears. "It's not fair to bring them up. Who knows if we will even be able to recognize their graves by the time we return?" she said bitterly, wishing that Rhyme hadn't been so bold. "And we can't spend the rest of our lives living for the dead." Did she miss her mother? It was a complicated question. Most of all, Theory missed the short, small window of time in which life had seemed so peaceful and uncomplicated. The wildfire and Tana's death had been a rude awakening.

"I want to know what the pack thinks. It's not a decision to be made on my own," she added. Such a big change would be foolish for even an experienced alpha to foist on their followers. If the overwhelming majority disagreed with her, she would bend to their will. They would rebuild again and again if that was what they wished, even while Theory yearned for lands where new memories could be made.