NATALIE’S P.O.V.
I stood before the window in Reid’s study, watching the stillness of the snowy scene outside—a stark contrast to the turmoil that raged within me.
Behind me, Reid and Silas were on the phone with Truman in New Hampshire. Our first order of business after Silas and Beck had arrived was to discuss the additions that Beck wanted to make to the obstacle course on the training grounds come spring, once the weather wasn’t as shitty.
Next, Silas presented Reid with a list of concerns that our pack members in other states currently had—all small, insignificant things. Still, Reid immediately began the task of checking every single thing off of the list, addressing every trivial-seeming concern accordingly.
I’d noticed shortly after immersing myself in Black Summit’s pack busi
