Chapter 17

Seraphine

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[Back at the packhouse.]

"Is he going to be alright?" I looked over my shoulder only to find Alex leaning against the couch with his head thrown back. An ice pack was in his hands, pressed to his right temple.

"He's Alaris. Of course, he's gonna be fine."

His casualness about the entire situation was starting to get to me. How could this man sit here—unbothered—when Alaris was out there fighting with a bunch of rogue wolves. Wasn't he the beta of this pack? The last time I checked, he was. And he needed to start acting like one for sure.

"B-but why are you sitting here when he's out there taking care of the situation by himself?" To someone like him, it might seem as if I was overreacting to the entire situation, but to me, my worries weren't for nothing. The last time I saw the man was when he saved me from one of those unhinged monsters. And since then, there haven't been any updates on him. That was given that I arrived at the packhouse almost half an hour ag