His perfect mate, his perfect son. Her words crashed inside his head and his tears fell a little harder. Freya didn't believe there was room for her in his life any more. She hadn't adapted to the changes. She had tried her hardest, but it had been too much for her and he hadn't even noticed the signs. His two year-old son had more insight into his sister's psyche.
"I'm sorry, Freya," he whispered into the empty house. "Be safe, wherever you are."
It was late by the time Nors reached the compound. He'd gone home first to gather some clothes. He had a feeling they would be staying the night and if he was honest with himself he needed to be close to the pack right now. Ashleigh met him at the Alpha's house, worry etched all over her face.
"Where's Liam?" he asked as he wrapped his arms ar
