Alpha Mich’s POV
The silver cutlery clinked softly against the porcelain plate as I toyed with my food, not really eating. The roasted venison had long gone cold, its scent fading under the hum of the air conditioner. My elbows rested on the edge of the long dining table, my fingers tapping impatiently.
Aria had said she’d join me for dinner not long ago, but she hadn’t shown up. Damon should have returned by now too. I’d sent him to check on her — the house wasn’t that large yet he was taking his sweet time.
She’d been acting strange lately.
Some evenings, she slipped out of the pack house quietly, without warning. Other times, she would sit in silence for hours, whispering to herself like she was speaking to someone only she could see. At first, I brushed it off as t
