(Steven)
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the landscape as I approached the nearby pack’s territory. The scent of pine mingled with the distant echo of the river that flowed nearby, and as I drew closer, a sense of urgency gripped my chest. I couldn’t shake off the unease that settled over me since Roger had left for this pack to help in the aftermath of the recent attack. Roger, my beloved mate, an Omega with a heart full of warmth and the gentlest spirit, always lent his hand to those in need. He spent hours volunteering at the orphanage in our Royal Pack and every ounce of his compassion overflowed into the lives of those children.
But I couldn’t ignore the tight coil of protectiveness that warred within me. The thought of him volunteering in a place traumatized
