ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE
“My queen. Always.”
“What’s new?”
“The patrols are out,” she said, voice lower now. “Ryan and Logan have that under control but the energy in the pack is… tight. Everyone’s feeling the tension.”
I nodded, but my gaze drifted drawn like a magnet to the corner of the room.
Turtela.
She was playing, crouched low, her tiny fingers wrapping around a carved wooden wolf one of the artisans had made. Her green eyes sparkled with wonder, her mouth curled into a grin so innocent it made something ache inside me. And then she looked up.