Phoebe's POV
"Oh, Samuel..." My heart ached for the warrior standing before me. The thought of him discovering his mother's fate - or worse, never knowing what became of her - was unbearable. "I'm so sorry to hear that."
Samuel shook his head firmly. "Don't be, my queen. I'm fine." He wiped his face harshly, that composed mask sliding back into place, though I could sense the tempest brewing beneath his calm exterior.
"Why don't you travel to the Astrid pack?" I suggested gently.
"I can't do that," Samuel replied, shooting me a quick glance before shaking his head again, as though trying to convince himself of something. "She's dead. There's no reason for me to go there."
"But you're still uncertain about that, aren't you?" I reached out and touched his back, which caught him off guard. "Don't you want to find closure to the questions that have haunted you all this time? I know you must think about your mother constantly."
