The way his mom talked to him reminded him of when he was little and he had a nightmare. And honestly, that was a lot how he felt in that moment; he wasn't the strong, brave Alpha, he was just a kid, terrified and broken. He wrapped his arms around her and clung to her, like his whole life depended on it.
"No," he managed to choke out in a whisper, "it's not. It's not okay and I don't know how it could be." but that was all she would get out of him for awhile because he just couldn't find his voice again.