( NaNoWriMo 2009 ) Day 12.

the other, one Beta to the next. He did not like what he saw, the sorrow and guilt they wore, but there was something in his father’s grim expression that gave him the faintest flicker of hope. Determination, the resolute drive to make things right, by any means necessary. Cole could only hope that it swept through the pack, a ripple effect. They had lost two of their own, one loss sweeping viciously into the next and the burial would be brutal, laced with shock and anger and disbelief. ...