Twenty Six year old Blake Hunter is the Alpha of the largest pack in the region. Finding his mate is the last thing on his mind.
But, in the midst of dealing with uninvited relations, aspiring future Lunas and increasing rogue attacks on his easter...
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"I have to go away for a few days," Blake announced to the family over breakfast the following morning. "To visit the Elmwood pack."
The day had started warm and sunny. Shafts of early morning light softly illuminated Hannah's bed covers, and woke her before her usual nightmare could really get started. It was a morning that invited extra time under the soft, cotton sheets and breakfast in bed. Unfortunately, Hannah had opened her eyes to a world that demanded she get up and participate instead of lazing around all day.
"They don't have telephones?" Sarah asked her nephew, disapproval written across her face. She picked up a slice of toast and began to butter it aggressively.
"This warrants more than a phone call, Aunt Sarah," Blake replied through gritted teeth pouring a glass of orange juice for Hannah, who looked decidedly pale that morning.
She'd woken feeling drained and tired. A niggling headache had formed at some point during the night, and refused to go away even after taking the medication Doc had prescribed to counteract them. Given the choice, she would have burrowed deep under the covers and refused to come out. Instead, she slipped into an empty chair and attempted to follow the conversation, smiling gratefully at Blake.
"Ridiculous. You can't run off every time you feel like it," Aunt Sarah said.
Blake stiffened, his features set like stone and Asher, a strong black coffee clutched in one hand, cast their Aunt a warning look which, as always, she chose to ignore.
"You have responsibilities here. Send Marcus," she said shortly.
Blake took a deep breath and held his temper, which Hannah felt sure was a safer option than arguing with her. She wanted to ask when they were leaving, but her headache had stepped up a notch since venturing downstairs, clammering for attention against her skull. She could really do with going back to bed.
"Marcus will be coming with me," Blake informed Sarah, selecting a slice of toast of his own. He offered the plate to Hannah who shuddered and shook her head, wincing as she did so. "Along with several of our warriors, and Ash," he continued, his eyes scanning Hannah with concern.
She avoided his gaze and sustained her pretense of normality by reaching for an egg and placing it oh-so-very carefully on the pristine white plate in front of her. She stared at it blankly.
Now, how to get into it?
She supposed she could break the delicate shell with a spoon - if she weren't afraid the sudden movement would shatter what remained of her ability to function. Maybe, if she stared at the egg long enough, the pounding in her head would sense her predicament and reach out to do it for her.
"Hmph. I don't like it," Sarah sniffed, unable to resist expressing her disapproval of his plan. Her voice clattered amongst the fine china like she was throwing each piece against the wall.
