Archer’s POV
There is a heaviness in the air, something that surrounds me, something that is taking on its own life and quietly whispering in my ear that something is wrong. As much as I want to shake off the feeling, ignore it, to not give the feeling life, but I know from years of leading my pack, that I shouldn’t avoid the feeling. I should use it, lean into the feeling, learn from it, let it whisper its secrets directly to me, helping me see the shadows lurking in the dark.
The pressure seems to intensify as I exit my office and descend the stairs, making my way to my mate. Our lunch plans seem to be the only thing lifting this foreboding fog that has seemed to descend on my pack. Thinking oh my little mate waiting for me to join her for lunch, has a smile slide on my face and m
