“What kind of question?”

Rhiannon hesitated, then replied in a low voice, “Whether everyone is ok, whether...he’s okay. Whether I should even hope anymore.”

Larkin's brow furrowed, the question falling, "You mean the Alpha?"

Rhiannon nodded once, “We haven't spoken properly for a while now, I don't know what's wrong, I can't wrap my head around what's bothering him.”

Larkin leaned forward, her voice carrying an even more gentle note than before, “Well, it could be anything. ...