Claire's pov

I stood away for a little, my eyes fixed on Darien's broad back. I could feel his tension, his worries about the meeting and what it might bring. I wanted to reach out to him, to touch his hand and offer him some comfort but I knew I had to stay back and let him do his job as the Alpha of the pack.

Just as I was starting to get anxious about the whole situation, a rustling in the underbrush caught my attention. Darien's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto something in the ...