“Draaaavennn," I cried, the sound echoing through the sterile halls of the packhouse. My lungs burned from the run, a sharp contrast to the familiar, comforting ache in my legs. I burst into his office, a whirlwind of frustration and exhaustion, with Delaney hot on my heels.
We parted ways right outside, as she was there to meet her mate while I went straight to mine.
Seeing me there, Draven paused his work, his brow furrowing with concern. He pushed aside the stack of papers on his mahogany desk and pulled me into his arms, his powerful embrace a warm sanctuary against the cold reality of my training.
"Tell me, what happened?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent of pine and something uniquely him. It was the scent
