“Dad, I need to talk to you.” We were very close, and he knew I had been struggling more and more lately. I hadn’t been sleeping well and felt on edge a lot. He nodded his head in understanding before leading me to his office upstairs in the packhouse. I closed the door as we walked in, “What is it, son?” he asked me knowingly.
I shook my head, looking for the words to describe how I was feeling. “I don’t know. Something isn’t right. I have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. My wolf has been more restless today than ever before. I don’t know if it’s just to do with the mate bond or something else.” I rested my elbows on my legs and buried my face in my hands. “I’m sure it’s a mixture of a little bit of everything,” he started, “between the mate bond and the rogues, you are just fe
