CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE
My anger is fierce at her words.
“What?” I set the coffee cup on the counter with a loud clang. “Have they lost their minds?!”
Clara sighs, “If it makes you feel any better, I was also against the whole idea but Lucas,” she looks up to meet my gaze, “Sarah isn’t coming back. It’s been a year. The pack is fracturing without an Alpha pair.”
“Then I’ll step down-“
“You know you can’t do that,” Clara rubs her temple, looking just as tired as I feel inside. “You’re the strongest member of the pack. And you’re the only who knew what Sarah was planning for the pack. You’re keeping everything going.”
But I hate it.
I hate stepping into a role that belongs to Sarah.
She should be here. This is her home. Her place.
Even a year as Alpha of the Stone Wolves and I still feel like a fraud.