Austen
Zeidan has been acting up since we left the palace to go to the next pack. He paces and whines in my head. It’s very out of character for my normally stoic Lycan. I asked what the problem was, but he wouldn’t tell me.
“Are you alright?” Luka asks.
My head is pounding from my Lycan’s unrest. “No,” I mutter. “Zeidan is quite restless.”
Luka smiles, “So, do you think your mate will be in this next pack?”
I shrug, “I don’t know, Luka,” I say to my gamma. “I hope so.”
Zeidan howls. ‘She’s hurt.’
‘Who? Who is hurt, Zeidan?’ I ask, but he doesn’t answer. “How much longer do we have?” I ask Phillip.
“We should be at Shadow Lake in an hour, sir,” Phillip responds.
I sigh and settle into my seat. I close my trying to get some rest, but it’s nearly impossible with how Zeidan is act
