Alpha Lennox's point of view.
Osmond." I called out, He was always there, waiting.
"Yes, Alpha." He answered, entering the room slowly like he had noticed my mood, "Anything wrong?" He asked as he closed the door shut, standing beside the window watching the white fluffiness pour down from the sky.
"I feel something is wrong," I replied, still looking out of the window.
"How wrong?" He asked, staring out the window, hoping to see what I was seeing.
"It feels like I'm losing touch with someone, or something important is fading away from my reach," I explained to him, holding my hand over my chest.
"Everyone important to you is in your territory and no one would dare attack us at this moment." He replied, I stared at him.
"Then why am I getting this feeling?" I asked him, then stared
