"I am fine," Anastasia answered with a small nod, though I could sense the strain in her wolf beneath the calm surface. All she wanted now was distance from the crowded pack hall, a place where her instincts could finally settle. Felicia stayed close, her concern sharp and protective like a loyal packmate refusing to leave a wounded wolf alone.
"There is no need for you to push yourself like this," Felicia said quietly, watching her carefully.
"I really am fine," Anastasia insisted, forcing a smile that barely held its shape.
Around us, the gathering continued—voices, scents, and shifting dominance filling the air like a restless storm. That was when Anastasia's phone suddenly rang on the table.
I saw it before anyone else.
My body moved first, instinct overriding thought as I stepped forward and picked it up. The name on the screen tightened something low in my chest—Mr. Hunter.
Why was he contacting her at a time like this?
