Hunter’s pov:
I had just finished dressing up for the evening training when I felt it.
Eden’s anguish tore through me as if it were my own. I all but jumped down the stairs leading to her floor, and rushed to her room, doing my best not to shift on the way. Entering her room, ready to fend off enemies and make them regret they were ever born, I saw her on the floor, in tears. She looked completely wrecked, clutching some fabric which might have looked like a dress, if it hadn’t been torn every each way, that was.
I knew Eden enough to know she wasn’t into dramatics, not as much as most of the female population of the pack anyway.
I stepped closer to her, and in a voice I prayed was soft and understanding, I asked, “What happened?”
She looked at me at long last, her eyes overflowi
