KAEL’S POV
“You look miserable.” Kalina’s eyebrows furrowed with concern. Those words coming from her without her usual sass and sarcasm should have worried me immediately but I brushed it off.
“I’m fine.” I continued flipping through the pages of the land approval file. The welfare and construction committee had mapped out areas around the pack that were best suited for more packhouses. All they needed was my signature to kickstart the project.
“You don’t look fine.” Kalina pressed on, gliding into the room and settling on the leather chair on the other side of the oakwood table. “I haven’t seen you this worked up in years.” She pointed out.
I sighed, letting go of the pages held between my fingers. My fingers buried into my hair as I thought of the perfect way to tell the truth with
