BRAHAM'S POV
Something was wrong.
I'd been feeling it for days now… a constant prickling at the back of my neck, an itch I couldn't scratch. My wolf was restless, pacing beneath my skin like a caged animal. Every instinct I had was screaming that danger was close, but I couldn't pinpoint the source.
It was driving me insane.
"You look like hell," Renan said, dropping into the chair across from my desk at pack headquarters.
I looked up from the security reports I'd been reviewing for the third time. "Thanks for the observation."
"I'm serious, Braham." He leaned forward, his expression grim. "You've been on edge for days. What's going on?"
I rubbed my face, feeling the exhaustion down to my bones. I hadn't slept properly in almost a week. Every time I closed my eyes, my wolf surged fo
