The Triquetra Bond

Chapter 27

The comforting bustle of pack life tried to chase away the tension that had gripped everyone since the patrol’s return. Pack members hurried about, setting food on the large table in the dining room. The room was full, but it lacked its usual warmth—conversations were muted, the scrape of cutlery against plates louder than the scattered murmurs of concern.

Eimear sat at the table, her untouched plate in front of her, her appetite non-existent. She absently pushed a piece of bread around with her fork, the knot in her stomach refusing to ease. Across the room, Aidan paced near the fireplace, his fingers running through his hair in agitation.

Ronan, ever her anchor, stayed beside her, his large hand resting on her leg. The simple touch settled him as much as it did her, but even he couldn’