"You've got that look again," James said, his voice breaking through my thoughts.
I turned to find him watching me, his brow furrowed in concern. We were sitting by the river that cut through the heart of our territory, the water's gentle flow offering a momentary respite from the chaos that had gripped our lives. The sunlight filtering through the trees above cast dappled shadows on the ground, but the brightness of the day did nothing to ease the tension I felt coiling inside me.
"What look?" I asked, though I knew exactly what he meant.
"The one where you're trying to solve a problem that doesn't have an answer." James's lips quirked into a half-smile, but his eyes remained serious. "You've been like this since we talked to the pack. What's on your mind?"
