Alex tossed and turned, unable to sleep again. She felt her wolf trying to press forward, but was having difficulty. "Freya, what is it?" she tried to ask her wolf. She wanted her to come forward or stop bothering her, she needed her sleep.
Finally, Freya pushed forward and broke through. "Mate," she whispered.
"Who? Where?" Alex asked. She didn't feel anything. None of the magically pull one should feel when around their mate.
"Him. Mate," Freya said before disappearing.
Alex's eyes fluttered shut and she fell into a fitful sleep.
In the morning she woke to Griff's voice speaking in raised tones in his office. She sat up quickly and tried to listen, but she couldn't make out of most of it.
David appeared through the doorway of the storage room. His face was pale.
"What is it
