CHAPTER FOURTY•THREE - MINE

VALENTINA

PACK OF LORE

I was pushing around a piece of what Lucean called 'french toast' on a plate, half-listening to the sounds of Lucean lifting and resting down a glass of water every now and then as he drank from it. My stomach was full of the hearty breakfast he'd made us, and just as I'd almost finished it, my mind had begun to drift to what I had read in the newspaper.

Suddenly, the noises from Lucean's movements stopped, and when I dragged my gaze from my plate, I saw that he had settled down his glass, and was watching me and appearing to be...waiting. I straightened in the chair, body shuddering when the back of my shoulders grazed the cold furniture.

"More northern packs suffer attacks." I told my mate, wiping my hands against a napkin, and then scrunching it up as Lucean nodded.

"I heard, the occupants having fleeing and choosing to move into the hidden Revolt Pack, yes?"

"They were forced to. They had no choice," I corrected quickly, and then questioned. "I always wonder