Chapter 37

Gideon's POV

I dropped my gaze to Freya, my wolf eyeing her through me.

As Alpha of one of the oldest packs, I got that natural press vibe on regular werewolves.

Freya's eyes deepened, and I could feel her wolf getting all on edge.

"What are you talking about? Where's Maeve? Ain't that my line?" I shot back.

"I can feel Maeve's scent's gone from here," Freya said anxiously.

"Yeah, I saw her. But s