The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 235

Their screams of terror echoed in my head.

I’m scared

Mama…I’m scared

“Selene.”

The flinch from Raizel’s sudden touch startles him. He watches me in minutely surprise, but then frowns in realization. His expression softens and I find myself in his arms, his big, firm hand brushing my hair back and away from my face.

“Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

The shaky breath I take in is bordering pathetic and I hate it. I resent the panic that still bubbles up in the depths of my chest when I think of that day. It’s a testament to how little I actually changed-

“Stop.”

Raizel tightens his grip on me,

“You and I both know that isn’t true.”

The conviction in his tone wasn’t something I could argue. He whole heartedly believed that and to an extent, so did I. He was right. My self-doubt would only ruin everything. I won’t let these unreasonable thoughts shatter the new beginnings we were trying to nourish. So I nod, and turn back to the gates.

A small tinge of unease settles in my chest.

Isaac wasn’t faring any better.

Our bond is still, undisturbed, but his face is a different matter. The color from his skin drained until he was pale in the face. He stands there, looking at the entrance to the home he lost, and I start to feel the grief seep back into him. I know not to touch him right now, so I offer him what I could.

I send a wave of comfort to both him and his wolf.

I notice the minute he felt it. His back stiffens the tiniest bit before his muscles

He sent one back.

“Let’s go.”

I whisper, lacing my hand through my mate’s.

go

lax.

Williams had given us permission to enter and survey around Duskfall. He’d been too busy to attend with us but sent some of his men over to make sure everything went well. Half of their members were staying out side on guard as the others went with us.

wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see when we get there. The burning of houses and the aftermath of the attack on Duskfall hadn’t left me much hope on what we could salvage.

I hoped to find at least one building still standing.

to feel impatient. His wolf prowled around in his

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him immediately step inside. He didn’t wait for anyone else as he strode his

hadn’t been able to stop his curiosity. He glanced around, his expression forlorn. Everyone was filled in about our histories. It hadn’t changed how any of us saw each other, but it did

space. I knew he wasn’t comfortable with the idea of going into Duskfall. He felt like he was intruding, he told me as much. I hadn’t tried to convince him otherwise. I could certainly see his point of view

we began to see the remains of the attack on every passing building. There’d been rubble laying around the grounds. Scorch marks that never faded from the standing houses and whatever was left of the other structures, gutted me. Those were the marks of the end.

“Look around,”

ordered, nodding to the other warriors that went along

that is essential to settling here, you make note of. I don’t care if you see jewelry, or anything else, you don’t touch it. It is

in different directions, doing as Raizel bid them to.

most part, intact. The library had been burned down to the very end, so was the community center. I can still remember the inner parts of the small indoor playground they

a squeeze as we walked by Alpha Thompson’s

floor was gone but the outer walls of the first floor was still

the smaller houses

of which, was

minute I saw the

hadn’t

my throat

*mbush.

perfect with the only flaws being the broken down door and windows and a few stray scorch marks on the stone.

house. I didn’t stop him, but I

“It’s still there.”

home I’d walked into so many times. It

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cup of tea.

I

my attention

you want to go

think back to Isaac. He’s probably looking at whatever’s left of his father. He’d want to scavenge what he could alone. This was his moment of closer, it was only

I shook my head,

“No,”

a

want to look at the

few minutes felt like hours. I wondered if any of his flowers made it. If any of them remained and hadn’t died without Bentley’s tender

reality, I hoped at least those

turned a corner, I had to hold my

lavenders, irises, sunflowers… no roses in the wide plains. The only thing left behind was the over-infestation of weeds. That, and even more rubble. The battered watering can I used so often laid over the ground, tipped over. My heart sunk to my feet. I knew it was nearly impossible to hope for any of his

help but hold onto

to fix