Gunner It’s been three months now since the battle. Three months of helplessness and pain. Everyone is telling me to keep pushing on and to throw my all into leading the pack. But it’s hard, and it’s getting harder each day. Cole has been great with the pack, helping where he can. I appreciate everything he is doing but it’s just not right. I thought that I would have Zee beside me, helping me. I thought we were going to do this together. We lost thirty-six wolves in total. Two from Blue Moon and one from Crescent Wolf. A group service was arranged to bury our dead and a huge black marble boulder was brought in to hold a memorial placard. Mum and some other she-wolves arrange a garden area and small benches to surround the boulder, making a nice area to sit and mourn. I haven’t had the strength to go there yet, but I can see it through the trees from my office window. I find myself often staring at it mindlessly. Alpha Titus of Crescent Wolf