Dorien, Alpha heir to Lightmoon pack, felt a tension in his head and his chest that he had not felt in years.
A pressure and a pang that made him feel suffocated.
It was a tension he had felt almost daily since he first came to Lightmoon pack. A tension that hardly went away unless his mind was busy with something hard, painful, or terrifying, like training, raiding, or fighting for his life.
As he felt those aches now, in real time as he stood in his father’s empty office, his breathing grew rapid and unsteady.
In seconds, he was breathing through gritted teeth as his eyes darted about, searching for and seeing nothing.
At the corner of his mind, he heard his adoptive father’s, Alpha Dax’s, voice warn him about controlling his emotions, but after what he had seen in the office a f
