43|Blue Balls

Clohe waited patiently as the Alpha King and Clove spoke in hushed tones.

When they had finished, Clove dipped her head out of respect for her King, then turned away, and walked back into the pack house with tears glazing in her tired eyes.

She watched as Zeb gripped the railing, his body went rigid and he bowed his head letting out a brutal grunt that was filled with frustration.

He was worried. Scared. Angry. All the emotions that swirled in the nest of his chest, making him on edge and snappy at his fellow Nightengale Warriors.

She felt compelled to get to her feet and rush to his side.

Wrapping her small arms around his large waist, she rested her cheek against his back. She could hear the heavy pounding of his twin hearts and she knew his stress was eating away at him.

"I hate seeing you like this." She whispered with a sigh. "I wish I could do something to half the burdens you are carrying on your shoulders."

He tilted his head back and looked up at the heavens, gent