It had been five days since they had returned from Snow Crest, and Kira had seen Derek for a grand total of roughly fifty minutes, split across five separate days.
Since their return to Dravengard, Derek had effectively become a very busy, very stressed ghost. He was always either heading into the war council or coming out of it. By the time he returned, she was long asleep.
The Umbra attack at Snow Crest had not just shaken the packs' confidence; it had cracked open a series of uncomfortable questions about border security, internal intelligence, and exactly how those creatures had managed to embed themselves inside a senior Alpha's household without a single person noticing.
