42. Mate

Mila’s pov

"Remember what you asked me?" Elora said, sounding very vague.

"Can you be more specific?"

"About calling you if Brax got worse?" Elora added, clarifying what she meant.

Yeah, I remembered. When Brax and I talked about me coming to the pack if he needed me, I knew deep down that if he was really low, he might not be able to ask me himself. He would probably shut down and not reach out to anyone, just stuck in that dark head space.

He was probably blaming himself too. Punishing himself for whatever demons he was dealing with.

"So I need to come?" I asked.

"I know you’ve been traveling, and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think it was needed."

"It’s that bad?"

"He hasn’t left his office. He’s sleeping in there and having all his meals brought there. I am not sure if he’s showered since the party at the Iron River pack, but he’s starting to smell."

"And that was how long ago?" Brax hadn’t talked to me about the party, but it must have been difficult seeing Airk again. Was