WILLOW'S POV
I walked out of the pack house, keeping my eyes on the training grounds. The others were probably still there. I meant to rejoin them, report what we had found at the northern border. But before I could take another step, a voice stopped me.
“Delta Willow?”
I froze. I turned, and my brow furrowed. Alpha Malcolm stood near a corner of the building, his posture straight, hands loosely at his sides. He didn’t move—just stood like he'd been waiting for me to step out.
I glanced behind me, just to be sure I was the one he was talking to. There was no one else around. No one he could be calling.
He spoke again, softer this time. “Could I have a moment of your time, please?”
Confused, I hesitated. Then I nodded. “Yeah, of course… can I help you, sir?” I asked cautiously, walkin
