Leif
Willow sat by the fire, a flush on her pretty cheeks from a long day in the sun. She wore a small pink rose tucked behind her ear—a gift from me. We spent every moment together, and it would be the best day of my life, bar one detail. Brokk was not there.
My head ached from our separation. I sensed he climbed high where the air grew thin and used much of his energy and reserves to reach out to the Alphas.
He came running, trying to outdistance the strange mist sweeping over the ground. I open the bond and lent him strength.
Come quickly, Brokk. We need you. I’ve managed to keep the beast at bay, but I will need to claim Willow soon. We both will. Why were you gone so long?
You seemed to be enjoying the day well enough without me.
Brother, how many times do I need to tell you? To
