Chapter Thirteen

Evander’s POV

We ride in silence, and my Beta, always unfillable, concentrates on the road. I don't know what came over me back at the house, but I need to focus right now. I have an important task ahead of me. The safety of my people relies on our defense at the border. It is a duty I can never let slide.

"What's the situation at the border?" I ask to get my head back in the game.

"Since the Lycan Prince's visit, Lycan attacks have decreased, but we still have Werewolves, who were attacked by Lycans and became rogues, flocking to the pack's borders to seek refuge."

"We'll do everything we can for them," I say, gazing out the window. "We may even get to invite some new members into the pack, and not just help them all move on. We could use some new Omegas, and I think the pack as a whole would like to see some more pups running around."

"I'm pregnant with your child!" The ghost of her voice resounds in my ears, sending an icy chill down my spine.

"Are you all right?" Ralfi asks, brief