Ava's POV
Later that night, I was getting ready for bed when I noticed Ryan pacing back and forth in our bedroom. He looked troubled, like something was eating at him from the inside.
"Ryan?" I said, watching him from the mirror where I was brushing my hair. "What's wrong?"
He stopped pacing for a moment and looked at me. "Nothing. Just thinking about the pack business."
But I knew my husband, and this wasn't his usual worried-about-pack-business expression. This was something else. Something personal.
"Are you sure?" I pressed. "You seem really bothered by something."
"I'm fine, Ava," he said, but his voice was distant. "I think I need some fresh air. I'm going to take a walk."
He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door before I could say anything else.
I waited a few minutes,
