Braxton
Brax was just staring at Micheal now, he’d been out there in the foyer all bloody morning. How had she gotten past him? He couldn’t understand how she’d left the pack, and he didn’t know about it.
No one had told him, none of his border patrol had reported to him that Leigh and her unit had left the pack.
They were all under orders to tell him the coming and going of wolves from the pack, regardless of who they were. Not knowing she’d left the pack already, could only mean that it was a section of the border that was monitored by cloudy haven and nightshade, not his own men.
He thought about that, and the way Farley had been in here, smiled at him, been all smug and arrogant, that man also knew Brax had no idea his own Mate had gotten up and left this pack to go on her mission
