I’ve been making

Ashton’s POV

“Something is wrong with our mate. She’s feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness. Her wolf is crying

out to me,” Max said with a strained tone.

I had anxiety boiling in my chest and I knew he was right. I didn’t stay around the packhouse for long. I knew Sheryl was in the Calypso field with the local children, training them in combat. As I reached the field, I saw exactly what was making Sheryl upset. Or rather, I saw who was making her upset. Bethany stood beside her with a smile on her face as she spoke words to Sheryl that looked wounding. Sheryl

lowered her gaze and for a moment, I thought she was going to cry.

I couldn’t explain the rage I was feeling at that moment. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. I knew I had to remain calm; I couldn’t lose my cool in front of everybody.

Including these children. The only thing I could think to do was approach them without making a sound. Sheryl, of course, could

sense my presence. She saw me before I reached them, but Be