Irene's POV.
The main hall was packed that afternoon for the monthly pack meeting.
Long tables had been pushed to the sides, chairs arranged in rows. Warriors, families, elders...everyone was there, talking in low voices about border problems, supply runs, and who was slacking on training. I sat near the back with my mom, trying to stay invisible. My body still felt heavy from everything that happened the night before. The soreness between my legs hadn’t gone away. Every small movement reminded me of Reagan.
Reagan stood at the front, next to his father. He looked every bit the future Alpha...tall, serious, voice steady as he went through the reports. But I could see the tension in his shoulders. The way his jaw stayed tight.
He called my name halfway through the meeting.
“Irene. Com
