The full moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light over the trees, a mockery of peace that I couldn’t feel inside. Normally, I would run with the pack under its glow, letting my wolf out to release the tension that always built up in my chest. But with a golden wolf, nothing normal I could hope for.
Troy led the run tonight, just as always. He was more than capable, and my warriors trusted him. Still, I felt guilty not being there. I was their Alpha. I should be leading them. But lately... lately, I was barely leading myself.
There was too much on my plate. Too many pieces out of place. Too many people to protect. Too many choices to make—and no margin for error.
I was at my limit.
And tomorrow, no matter what, I will go to Willow Pack. I would see her. Aria.
I couldn’t dela
