Briar
The gravel crunched under my feet as I paced in front of the pack house, each step matching the anxious rhythm of my heart. A week. It had been a week since I'd last seen Damian. Every time I tried to make plans, he had some excuse - a meeting, extra patrols, pack business.
"Get it together, Briar," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "He's probably just busy with Alpha stuff."
But even as I said it, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Damian had been acting strange lately – distant, distracted. And now this sudden "meeting" that conveniently prevented us from training together.
The cool evening air carried the scents of pine and earth, usually calming, but tonight they did nothing to soothe my frayed nerves. I pulled out my phone, the
