Chapter 61

Maren

The pack house was always loud—voices carrying down the long halls, pups laughing outside, warriors coming and going at all hours—but tonight the noise just scraped against my nerves. I sat in one of the worn leather chairs in the common room, trying to pretend I was reading a textbook, but every word blurred.

It wasn’t the chatter around me that had me on edge. It was the tug.

That constant