Carina’s light snore fills the room, but I can’t find it in me to sleep. Not when my brain is whirling to determine where her new thoughts are coming from.
I won’t admit it to her, but she’s correct that eventually I’ll need to return home. Alphas usually train pups before the snow falls, and I still had a couple more to teach. While I have complete faith in Lucas, it is my job and I should be the one doing it. The pack wanted me to bring Carina back, but I doubt they believed it would take this long. If I’m away any longer, they may think I abandoned them.
I’m not doing my job as an alpha, but I am as a wolf and a father, and need to be here with my mate and unborn child. Until she decides otherwise, it’s impossible for me to be all three. I hate it—hate choosing between all the pieces
