Chapter 97

Tristan

The pack compound was buzzing with activity when we arrived. Sunday night meetings were mandatory for all pack members, a time to discuss territory issues, resolve disputes, and plan for the week ahead.

I could smell Marcus's scent the moment I walked through the main doors. He was in the conference room with the rest of my inner circle, probably discussing patrol schedules or supply issues like nothing had happened.

Like my mate wasn't missing because of his ...