Dravina POV

Malrik was gone by morning, having left early for a meeting with a neighboring pack. He hadn’t shared much about the nature of the visit, but I knew enough about the responsibilities of a regional Alpha to understand it came with the territory. Every pack within his domain reported to him, and their problems became his to solve.

I did, however, notice he’d taken the painting with him. That small detail lingered in my thoughts longer than I expected. What exactly did he intend ...