I was halfway through preparing Derek’s food when one of the pack warriors appeared outside my shelter.
“Malia?”
I looked up. “Yes?”
“The Alpha wants to see you.”
My hands stopped moving. “Did he say why?”
“No. He only asked me to bring you.”
I glanced at Lydia, who was sitting beside Derek.
“Stay with him,” I told her.
She nodded. “Be careful.”
I followed the warrior through the pack settlement, wondering what could have happened. The Alpha had never called me without a reason.
When I entered the large wooden building, I saw him standing beside his table.
Then I saw the man beside him.
I stopped.
For a few seconds, I could not understand what I was looking at.
The man turned toward me.
Our eyes met.
Something about his face felt familiar, but the memory was buried beneath
