Sera's POV
The heavy oak door of our suite clicked shut with a solid, echoing thud, sealing us off from the rest of the pack house and locking out the crisp morning draft.
I turned around immediately, resting my back against the polished wood as I waited for whatever was coming. My heart slammed against my ribs in rapid, frantic beats, my hands balling into quiet fists at my sides as Gideon turned toward me, his tall, imposing frame cutting through the soft, ambient light of the room.
"I'm not mad, Sera," he said, his deep voice carrying a rough, heavy edge that sent a tremor down my spine as he looked down at me. "I'm upset that you didn't think you could tell me."
A sharp, agonizing knot twisted in my stomach. Hearing him say that—knowing I had genuinely upset him, disappointed him—h
