William’s POV:
Sat at my desk, rereading the same sentence on a report that I have been scanning through for the last two hours, I hear the clock in the hallway downstairs chime 6pm and the clicking of doors opening all through the packhouse. The smell of warm food drifts through and my stomach growls at me.
‘We need to eat’ Loki growled.
‘I’m not hungry!’ I growled back at my wolf.
We hadn’t been on speaking terms ever since I collapsed down on the beach, he feels I should have been able to do more, that Meg was relying on us. Which I know is true, but I couldn’t do more, I had help at every turn, we had searched far and wide. We had calls coming in every three hours from search groups of allies. We even had some Royal detectives here at the pack that Prince Evander had insisted on se
