Jayden's POV
I was heading back from the grand hall, the air was still thick with the tension from the meeting with the elders, Robert had stirred them up for the North Pack. My mind was ablaze with the shifting politics, and the troubling presence of the Northern Pack emissaries didn’t help at all.
My instinct nudged me to go check on the delegate, and I followed. I was halfway down the corridor when I smelled something off.
It was faint but I couldn't get it off my mind, I knew that scent anywhere. My wolf stirred in acknowledgement.
Anastasia.
The scent was hers, but distorted, hidden.
“Why would she-”
I moved to check it out, but someone collided with me, our eyes locked and time froze. I reached out and grabbed instinctively,but she turned around and ran.
Shit.
I bolted aft
