Terron’s POV

My mate is skittish, and that may just be a personality trait, but I’ve seen it dwindle lately. She has left the house a few times this week but not without staying nearby, playing in the creek that runs through our pack. She sits on the rocks and rolls up her pants, letting the ice cold water from the mountains travel swiftly past her ankles.

She’s beautiful even in deep, methodical thought over the betrayal of her father.

She won’t say it, but the ...