Malrik
Work had a way of consuming everything. Duty, instinct, even emotion. Then there were the rogues, the murders, and the investigations that kept every pack on edge, restless nights, and days filled with the same gnawing question: who was taking hearts, and why? Daisy and my baby.
She’d been quieter these past days. That wasn’t peace; it was a growing distance. Her energy felt muted through the connection we shared, and it terrified me. Gabe and a few others had noticed too, but didn’t ask questions, probably knew it was better that way but I could feel Gabe’s watchful eyes on me during meetings.
“You’re distracted,” he told me this morning, voice sharp as ever. “And when you’re distracted, the pack gets nervous.”
I’d brushed him off, told her I was fine. But I wasn’t. Raven k
