Quirin

“I can’t believe our fucking warriors. They just sat there, not expecting that they needed to go to see Kennedy to get treatment,” I say as Kier and I walk into my office. When he doesn’t reply, I look at him. His lips are pressed tightly together.

“Just say it,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He shrugs. “I didn’t see you there last night, Alpha. Packs follow their leader, they follow your example. If you don’t trust your mate to treat you, why would they ...