Helena walked down the hallway of the pack house like a calm, proper Luna who was about to leave after keeping her word to spend only fifteen minutes with her brother. When she reached the main foyer, with the heavy wooden door before her, she found Claire waiting, standing with her arms crossed and her jaw tight, as if she had been there for hours.
“Claire,” Helena murmured, stopping in front of her.
The Beta lifted her gaze, those dark, steady eyes that had been with Helena through so many difficult moments.
“Alpha,” she replied with a slight nod, though her gaze softened just a touch upon seeing her.
There was a moment of silence between them as the tension saturating the house made itself known, mingling with the cold night breeze slipping through the cracks.
“What are you doing h
