Axel studies my face carefully.
“You’re not just hurt,” he says quietly.
“I’m fine,” I insist, forcing myself upright despite the trembling in my limbs.
I will not tell them.
If I say out loud that I am hearing a female voice inside my head that is not my wolf, then they will look at me differently.
They will think I am unstable.
Dangerous.
Broken.
I cannot afford that.
We are interrupted before either of them can press further.
A mind link slams into all of us at once, urgent and strained.
Alpha from North Ridge at the front gate.
He demands answers.
Axel’s jaw tightens and he exchanges a glance with Atticus before nodding once at me.
“Stay close,” he says.
We move around to the front of the packhouse where one of the neighboring Alphas stands rigid and furious under the re
