Yara

I’m still so exhausted that I can barely open my eyes when there’s a knock at the door.

“Excuse me, Alpha. Could I speak to you, please?” A voice that sounds vaguely familiar asks. Why didn’t they just mind link him?

I feel warm lips press against my head. “Just a moment, Franklin,” Warren says, his voice raspy and sounding just as exhausted as I feel.

Franklin? Who is … Then it all comes rushing back to me. We must still be in Alpha Harold’s pack. I open my eyes and see ...