Elijah POV
I'm so goddamned tense I can feel the cramps forming in my neck and shoulders. Bella convinced us all to drive to the clan instead of run so we can conserve energy, but dammit if sitting in the car for eight hours is supposed to help me feel more relaxed once we’re there, she is sorely mistaken. Of course I trust Mark with my pack, but it's not an Alpha’s instinct to leave his pack in the hands of a Beta that is not his own, no matter how close the relation. My jaw twitches.
What if there's an attack and none of us are there to defend our people?
What if something happens at his own pack, and he's needed back?
What if—
“Elijah King. If you do not chill the f**k out right now then I am seriously going to knock you unconscious,” my wife threatens from the passenger seat.
