Redbridge, [ he says, his voice rough, made ragged with old, well-worn grief and something that sounds like shame. sorrow exhausts him, no matter how used to it he's become. ] Our territory. Few days after we stopped hearing from her.
[ sharply, he sighs. he doesn't need to tell Stiles this, and usually that would make him keep his mouth shut, but he doesn't doubt that it'll come out soon enough. ]
no subject
[ sharply, he sighs. he doesn't need to tell Stiles this, and usually that would make him keep his mouth shut, but he doesn't doubt that it'll come out soon enough. ]
Then it was the alpha. Less than a week later.