Ethan
Sitting in my office, I focused on the bond with Nathaniel and Dylan, reaching out to them through the pack’s mind-link. Nathaniel arrived first, his posture rigid, clearly bracing for whatever conversation awaited. I could see the weight of guilt pulling at him before he even spoke.
“Ethan, I want to apologize,” he started, but I held up my hand, cutting him off.
“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, I need to know if my mate is in danger.” My tone left no room for further discussion.
Nathaniel swallowed hard, like he wanted to say something more, but thought better of it. Silence fell between us, tense and unspoken. A few minutes later, Dylan arrived, his usual light-hearted energy absent as he sat down.
“Well, tell me what you found,” I prompted.
Nathaniel took a breath,
