Dane's POV
I stood there watching Freya head off to the training grounds with George, and every damn fiber in me wanted to chase after her. Keep her close. Shield her from whatever was coming.
My wolf was losing it inside my head, growling low and furious. *She's walking straight into trouble. Training for a fight that's gonna be brutal. We need to be there.*
"Can't," I muttered out loud. Some pack kid walking by gave me a weird look. "She has to concentrate. And I've got my own s**t to handle."
The wolf grumbled but backed off. A little.
I dragged myself away and headed for the pack house. Henry was already on the porch, arms full of reports like usual.
"Morning rundown?" he asked.
"Office. Give me five. Grab Marcus and Thomas."
"Way ahead of you. They're inside."
Henry's always
