Rhys hadn't slept properly since Callen's death.
He kept telling himself it was strategy. An Alpha with a border this exposed didn’t get to rest. But after three nights without sleep, even his own warriors started trading worried glances when he walked by. The looks he’d snap at anyone else for chipped away at pack morale.
"You need to eat something," Bianca said, appearing in the doorway of the war room with a plate she set down with more force than strictly necessary. "And before you say you're not hungry, I genuinely do not care."
Rhys glanced up from the map spread across the table, patrol routes marked in red ink that had multiplied steadily over the past three days. "I appreciate the concern."
"It's not concern, it's self-interest," Bianca said, dropping into the chair across fro
