Knowing Ava is relatively safe, even if I have to rely on strangers to keep her that way, lifts a giant boulder of worry from my shoulders.
My wolf, of course, paces in the back of my mind, snapping at the air, frustrated with me. With her. With everything.
She's too far, he growls. We should be with her, not here.
The same complaints I've heard since I let her return to Blackwood. It's like a madness in my mind, the desire to rush to her side and drag her back home, damn the consequences.
The only reason he kept quiet during the Council's visit is because he didn't want any of those alphas near her. He's still upset over Clayton, though our wolves seemed to have reached some sort of truce between us.
The fact that Clayton's given way with such grace probably helps.
