Summer wrapped her arms around him, making meaningless soothing sounds, while her mind raced. A /pack/ of Alphas? How did that even work? Why would there be a pack of Alphas here? She realised she didn’t know nearly enough about how werewolf culture worked — and if she truly wanted to help, she would have to tell Isaac her secret.
She shied away from that. Yes, he’d given her his, but that — it wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same. So she just held him, and rocked him slightly, and made an aura of safety and calm for him.
Clutching at her and screwing his eyes tightly shut, he trembled with the force of emotion filling him up, unable to effectively convey how much pain the loss was causing him. Erica was like the sister he never had, Boyd, another brother, and to even think of them hurting and lost, or worse, dead, was too much for him. He’d lost too many people.
As he lay in her arms, the soothing, repetitive rocking gestures gradually calming him, he finally managed to speak properly, although his voice was thick with tears. “I’m…I’m scared, Summer. What if…what if they’re not okay…?”
“We’ll find them,” she vowed. “I can’t smell them the way you can but I’ll find a way to help.” She bent her head over his curly one, her loose hair falling over his face. “Shhh, now. It will be okay. We’ll find them.”