(Raiden’s POV)
I can feel her before I see her.
Siena sits at the far end of the conference table, her back straight, her voice steady as she presents Windhowl’s strategy for the upcoming negotiations.
She’s commanding, in control, but I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. Her face is too pale, the shadows beneath her eyes too dark. She’s exhausted, and I can tell. I don’t know how, but I just know.
My wolf stirs, a low whine raking through my chest, instinctively drawn to her. I try to ignore it. I try to focus on the meeting, but my gaze keeps sliding toward her.
The words coming out of her mouth barely register in my mind. My focus is on the way she holds herself, the way she rubs a hand over her face after every few sentences, as though she’s holding he
