Adam
After we finished checking the dead bodies for clues,
Desiree and I returned to the packhouse, and my father stood in front of the entrance hall with the former council and other pack members and began to cheer and applaud. They were happy, but I knew my mate was unhappy because I could feel her pain.
Everyone was overwhelmed with joy. No one lost their lives, and they had a new admiration for me and Desiree.
"I am proud of you, Adam. You chose well," my father said through the mind link, and I nodded at him. As much as I wanted to celebrate, I could not be insensitive towards Desiree's feelings. Even though we had won this battle, Ashria had lost a fight. Her duty was to save the lives of all werewolves. The fact that she was unable to save the lives of the wolves we had killed tonight was a great loss on her part, and I felt sorry for her. I wish I could comfort her when I have the chance to.