We Meet Again

I woke up this morning feeling like I haven’t slept in a week. Something has had Havoc on high alert in my head. He keeps pacing like he’s agitated and I can’t get him to calm down or talk to me. He’s worried. I can tell this much.

“Havoc. Calm. What’s wrong? If it’s the rogue situation, Ryker’s on it with me. We’ll protect the packs and handle the threat.”

“Protect. Now.” He answered, all but jumping out of my skin.

“We will, Havoc. We will.”

“Not just the packs. Her.” he said, increasing his aura and anxiety.

“What are you talking about?”, I asked, though I had a feeling I knew where he was going with this.

“Mate. Something’s coming.”, an ominous tone to his answer.