DRAKE
The afternoon sun streams through the window, scattering gently across the power in front of me, just the words don't form. I see letters printed but my mind is latched on to yesterday…onto Elena and her suddenly shift in attitude.
Maxwell is sitting across from me reviewing the security arrangements for tomorrow's envoy mission. Why did she leave? Why does she always run away when I am trying my best to draw closer to her? She acts as if my touch repulses her, like I burn her if I stay within the same space as her.
"Alpha?" Maxwell's voice pulls me back “are you listening?" I shake my head, trying to focus on the present.
"Yes, sorry. Continue."
Maxwell sets down his tablet, “you asked whether there have been any sightings of that wolf? The one that helped Luna Elena and young
