LUCAS’S POV
I stared at the document in front of me, reading the same line for the third time without comprehending a single word.
Trade agreements with the northern territories. Important, time-sensitive matters that required my immediate attention.
But my mind refused to cooperate.
Where was she? What was happening with the search party? Had they found Darren’s carriage yet?
I forced my eyes back to the document. The northern clans wanted a reduction in tariffs for grain exports in exchange for…
Were they safe? Had something happened during the storm? What if they were injured?
My jaw clenched with frustration. This was ridiculous. I was the Alpha, with an entire pack depending on my leadership, and I couldn’t focus because of one girl.
One girl who was my son’s surrogate and the
