Anton ran after him with Rider in tow,the boy’s best friend and the third alpha of the pack going to make sure he’d be okay,eventually.
The little ones were crying,and soon Lark,Noah,and Mikael had their laps full of little pups,all asking why,sobbing,or asking after their dad.
“He’s really sad right now,but he’ll be with you soon,we promise,”Dallas,the only one of them with proper experience of delivering bad news and dealing with grief,explained to them.
Maxim took May from Mikael,who went to call the police.The farm family was so much of a group of outsiders,it hadn’t been anyone’s first thought,even right after they knew Zoya was dead.
When Mikael came back,he told them the police and people from the funeral parlor would come by as soon as possible,but that the roads in the countryside were cut in different places because of fallen trees and that made it impossible to predict any sort of timeline,other than“probably tomorrow”.