Alpha Garett's POV
The woods smelled like wet dirt from the morning rain. I stood on the porch of the pack house, arms crossed and watching the edge of the forest where she'd shown up yesterday. Elena, she'd said her name was. But something felt off, like she'd just picked the name out of thin air. I couldn't put my finger on it, just a strange feeling.
She was inside now, in the guest room Maria fixed up. Maria, our healer, had been at it since dawn, boiling stuff, mixing herbs, and checking on the kid over and over. I saw the look on Maria’s face last night when she touched the baby's forehead. Real worry. She didn't say much in front of the mom, but I know Maria well enough. This wasn't just a little fever.
I walked down the hall and stopped at the door. It was quiet inside. Elena wa
