Lord Hwang's POV
I kiss my husband's cracked lips as soon as we get home to silence the pain.
The weight of being Lord is heavier on days like these, I can't mourn with him in this sacred moment, as a leader of one of the most attacked packs, my guards are to be constantly held up.
The circles I have seen in the last thirty years of ruling tell me; news of a dead son might lead to the news of dead clan, and I can't permit it.
I still have children in the pack that haven't lived their dreams, parents that haven't enjoyed the joy of having a grown child and young lovers who haven't reached the fullest of their bond.
Mourning will never be in the option for me, and my husband has been holding himself up a bit too strongly for the clan and I want to ease him up a bit, it kills me to see my love hurt like this, but this is for a greater cause.
If newness must come, sacrifices have to be made, things have to be displaced and as much as it hurts me to admit to it.
