The incessant pounding on my door draws me from the nest of covers as I tug tighter to my frame. My first instinct is to growl and tell whoever it is to fuck off, but I think better of it when I remember where I am. It would probably be a bad idea to disrespect the pack that saved you and allowed you to stay in their packhouse.
“Wren, I know you must be tired, but the Alpha would like to speak with you.” I can hear Nickolai on the other side of the door.
“Give me a minute to get dressed,” I say, biting back my attitude. I am exhausted and hungry, which can be a lethal combination with me. Well, any woman, really.
“Tank will walk you to his office when you are ready.” He calls to me before the sound of his retreating footsteps can be heard.
Panic worms its way into my chest, making it feel like I might just completely crack open. When I imagined regaling A
