Jason's POV

I experienced melancholy and a feeling of loss. A tie, a unique connection shared only by a pack, has been violently torn away, leaving a void. I could hear the wailing cries before I even reached the border that welcomed me back into my country. They were humming a terrible harmony while singing a stunningly sorrowful song about death and misery.

When I learned who we had lost and the soul in which I could not locate everyone who was connected to me, I became furious. Maybell was there. A carefree, youthful spirit with a big grin and an upbeat demeanor. She was a distinguished warrior's daughter. Her...