Chapter 4

Varkean’s POV

The next morning, I leaned back in the heavy oak chair at the head of the pack command center and rubbed my temples.

The severed bond had dropped me to my knees in the hospital wing, but by morning I had decided Avelis had paid a hedge-witch to frighten me. Females and their dramatics.

If she apologized and finished the border logs, I would let the stunt slide. I might even announce our mating on Friday.

"Brennar," I called out, waving my Beta over. I didn't even look up from the territorial maps on my desk. "Go down…