Jessica pov.
“Do you have to....” Zane was about to speak here when the scout, Zane had sent out before bursts in, and the scout stumbled in, mud caking his boots, sweat streaking his face. My stomach twists before he even speaks.
“The tribe.. the other… tribe…..”. He choked, unable to breathe. I almost laughed at his expression.
“It’s okay, relax. Catch your breath”. I say, gesturing for him to breathe.
“They’re camped outside the border,” he pants, dropping to one knee, there is something wrong with the way he talks. As if unable to meet our eyes, I don’t put much attention into it. After all, I’m their gamma and Zane is a powerful alpha, it will take a lot to look us in the eyes.
“No movement beyond that. Fires, cooking… like nothing’s wrong.”
I blink at him. “They’re just… sit
