Alexander’s POV

"I think you are overreacting." The familiar, husky voice of my father rang in my ears.

My gaze snapped at the cottage entrance, where he stood with his arms folded around his bare chest. He must have traveled in wolf form; water droplets were running down the side of his face, and his bare chest was gleaming in the sun.

My eyes met his; he appeared somewhat concerned but not irate or upset.

"How did you know where to find me?" I asked, feeling ...