Pete’s POV
The pack house had never felt this quiet before. This wasn’t the case even after Lionel’s death. That silence had been filled with grief, confusion and mourning. This one was different, it felt personal. It followed me through every corridor and settled heavily inside every room I entered.
Because, for the first time since becoming Alpha, I could feel my mate slipping beyond my reach and I had no idea how to stop it. They teach you to be a tough Alpha but don’t prepare you for the avalanche of emotions about your own personal stuff.
I stood in my office staring blankly at the documents spread across my desk. Her enrollment forms, housing arrangements, and course schedules. Everything had already been approved. It felt like everything was moving all too quickly and that realiz
