RAYNE
I entered the dining room, taking a seat inside the empty room. Reid's seat was empty. He was gone when I woke up, but the ache between my thighs remained.
Carla entered the room, carrying an obscene amount of food. Steaming eggs, thick-cut bacon, fresh fruit, and rich pastries.
"Good morning, Rayne," she blankly greeted me. That was the first time she's ever said my name.
"Good morning, Carla," I kindly greeted her. "Do you perhaps know where Reid went?" I carefully questioned.
Her hands paused as she set the last tray on the table. "Alpha Reid hasn't slept; he's been at the border since 4:00 AM."
"Another rogue breach?"
"No, he's been preparing the grounds for the influx of foreign packs," she explained, pouring me a glass of fruit juice.
"Foreign packs?" I whispered
