Rhea Everwood
My fingers traced my desk, my knuckles white. Something was wrong, it was a gut-deep certainty, an itch under my skin that had been growing since the moment Astrid arrived in my territory.
"Just let him be with her, Rhea. Let him find his own way back." Rowan’s words echoed in my mind. He meant well but I couldn’t hide the way I felt, I wasn’t sure if it was because of what we shared or simply because something was wrong.
I pushed away from the desk, the legs of my chair scraping against the stone floor. I couldn't sit still, couldn't pretend to review patrol schedules or trade agreements.
I walked to the door and opened it, finding one of the guards, standing in the hall. His gaze met mine.
"Kael," I said, "Find the woman, Astrid. Tell her the Alpha requires her pres
