Natasha's POV

I watched Adnar through the doorway as he moved around the kitchen, trying to cook dinner while also checking his phone for pack updates. He looked exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes, his movements slower than normal, his shoulders tight with tension that wouldn't go away.

This was my fault. He was running himself into the ground taking care of me while also handling pack business. The guilt sat heavy in my chest, getting worse every time I had to call him for help with ...