CHAPTER SIXTY
Alec and I are working in the vegetable garden when one of his pack announces their arrival with a howl, a harsh sound that rips through the serene silence of our sanctuary. His muscles tense beneath my touch and I know before he even looks up that it's about pack business. The bond between a werewolf and their pack is like an unbreakable chain, tugging them back no matter how far they stray.
I stay crouched in the dirt as he goes to speak with the messenger, and when he returns his brow is furrowed.
"Is it your father?" My voice is barely above a whisper, but it quivers with the fear that's coiling in my stomach.
Alec nods. "He needs me back home. There's trouble brewing, something with a neighboring pack that could threaten our territory." His words are steady, but his
