Chapter Twenty-One

Brodi sat on the ridge above the compound. He couldn't quite see the human camp from here, but he could see a thin plume of smoke coming from that direction. He liked to imagine Liv sitting there, enjoying the fire. His patrols had extended their circuit to include Liv's camp and the outcropping where Asta had fallen into the poacher's trap. So far, everything had been quiet, but it didn't make Brodi any less anxious.

He'd promised he'd stay away but in the last 48 hours he had practically worn a hole in the rug in his bedroom from all the pacing he had done. He'd run through the woods for miles hoping to exhaust himself, only coming home when the dawn was breaking, but still, he couldn't relax. Even with updates every four hours from his patrol, his chest still ached, and his wolf was constantly fighting him to go and claim their mate. Brodi knew his family was avoiding him as much as possible as his temper was at its breaking point. They knew why he was acting this way, but they co