Drystan’s POV
As I finally stepped onto the familiar grounds of the Shadowfang Pack, a deep, bone-weary exhaustion settled over me.
The long journey from the Nightsong Pack to here had taken its toll, both physically and mentally, but even as my body cried out for rest, my mind was consumed by a far greater concern — the wellbeing of Astrid. Two days ago, I received the news from the Shadowfang Pack that Astrid’s life was in danger.
The moment I heard what happened, I instantly rushed out of the Pack, determined to be there beside Astrid as soon as I could.
However, Beta Caden, our Pack’s Beta, stopped me before I could even take a step out of the Packhouse.
He held me back and punched out my senses through his words. He made me realize that I have my own responsibilities as an Alpha, and I can’t forget all about them just for Astrid.
I had no choice but to stay for two more days. My duties and responsibilities as an Alpha held me back, but there wasn’t a minute that I never thought of Astrid.
Of course, I trust that Alpha Theron will take care of his daughter. Astrid is in good hands. There’s no better place for her than the Shadowfang Pack.
Nova was also diligent enough to give me updates on Astrid. I just couldn’t stay still until I was with Astrid.
To say that I was deeply worried was an understatement. I finished everything as soon as I could just so I could finally leave and be with Astrid.
As I strode purposefully through the Shadowfang Pack territory, I caught sight of a familiar figure — Nova. I’ve told her that I’m coming today. I didn’t expect that she would wait for me here.
“What took you so long?” Nova asked as she approached me
“What are you doing here? How is Astrid?” I asked her.
“Asha and Alpha Theron are there guarding her. Drystan, are you alright?” Nova’s eyes squinted worriedly when she noticed the exhaustion etched across my features.
I felt a surge of relief to hear that Astrid was fine, and just as I had thought, Alpha Theron wouldn’t let anything bad happen to his daughter. “I’m alright,” I replied to ease her worries. “I’m sorry that this happened to you, Nova. Tomorrow is your birthday, but—“
“It’s okay,” Nova cuts me off. “I just hope that Astrid would wake up soon. How could we even think of celebrating my birthday while Astrid is fighting for her life?” Nova replied understandingly.
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