MAX
I pace in the garden. Back and forth. I have been pacing the same patch of dirt for the last two hours. Ever since she left. Ever since Natalia left the safety of this pack house to a potentially dangerous mission. Okay, so I was told this is purely hands-off; their first solo just scouting an area.
She should be fine.
She will be fine.
Blue is pacing like a lost puppy. He has been whining all week; every time she came back from training exhausted and bleeding. He just wanted to lay with her and take care of her wounds.
“Hmph. Like you haven’t been a brute all week too,” Blue mocks.
My retort is cut off by the laughter suddenly ringing through the garden. Lavender floats through the air, bringing all my senses on high alert. Blue pants anxiously, longing for her.
“I swear
