Airk’s pov I had no clue what Argo’s issue was. Yeah, I might have been a bit bored, but that’s the only downside of being here. Well, I missed him, but I wasn’t going to admit that. He was already too arrogant and annoying. The packhouse was huge, with a large garden. Storm and Aeryn had told me a bit about the packhouse, but that was mostly negative. Which was understandable after what they went through here. But even they had to admit that this was a gorgeous packhouse. It was more than a packhouse; it was like this giant villa, surrounded by a beautiful, large garden. I hadn’t seen much of the pack yet, but if this was the packhouse, I was sure the rest would be just as fancy. Everything was white and marble, and the whole packhouse was filled with high-tech equipment to protect the packhouse. The guest room that I was staying in looked inviting, though, with carpets on the floor and blankets everywhere. It was cold here; they didn’t call it the Winter Bone Pack for no reason.

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

Mila’s pov "Knowing he wasn’t mine and actually seeing it are two different things. I saw Airk meet his mate, and I’m trying so hard to be happy for him, but I am just angry." Brax said after finishing the first bottle. I had decided to join Brax. I didn’t want to deal with my own mess right now. "That’s because you love him." I had never drank before, and I think I was feeling it. I felt all warm inside and relaxed. "Of course I love him. He’s my air. I can’t breathe when he’s not near. I can’t fucking function, knowing he’s with another man." "So why didn’t you fight for him?" "Because he’s not mine, Mila" Brax growled. "I had a chance, but I ruined that." "How?" This was my chance. Maybe now that he is drunk, he would tell me. "There’s no point. She’s dead. That’s all that matters. My mate is dead, and my air is gone. I’m damaged goods." I wanted to ask so many questions, but Brax had told me more in one evening than he had told me in months, even years. I didn’t want to ji

Argo’s pov "Mom, he’s not fucking okay." Mom sighed on the other end, "I’ll call him, but he sounded just fine yesterday when we spoke to him and his mate." "Jace." "What?" Mom said surprised. "His name is fucking Jace." "Like Alpha Fucking Jace? Storm’s brother?" Suddenly, the dots connected in my head. I had been fucking miserable at the party and barely spoke to anyone. I had just hung out with Isaac and danced a bit with Nivia and the other kids. Especially since dad and mom had asked me to behave, I was in no mood to talk to any fucking adults. Fuck. I should have paid more attention to my brother. I already assumed it was an Alpha, but the Alpha of the Winter Bone pack? No fucking way. "Mom, there’s silver in the fucking walls of the packhouse so he can’t mindlink. What if he is in danger? How the fuck will he tell us." "You can’t fucking say those things to me, Argo. You know how worried I get about you guys. I’m already fucking nervous because all of you are away from

Brax’s pov "…. You’re calling me out of nowhere, sounding fucking strange, and now you won’t answer a simple question." Argo said into the phone angrily. I waited for Airk to answer and I heard the door open and a muffled sound. "Did he just fucking put his phone down?" Argo growled. "The fucker didn’t even hang up." I put my finger on my mouth and whispered, "put the phone on mute." Argo did what he was told, and Mila, Argo, and I sat around the phone. It didn’t escape my notice that Argo moved closer to Mila and that she was letting him. But I didn’t have time to think about them when I heard Airk shouting at his mate. He had said my name in the heat of the moment, but that wasn’t even the most important part. The way he described them having sex sounded awful. I wasn’t even jealous anymore or hurt that Airk was with another; all I felt was worry and anger that someone treated him this badly. Sadly, the phone call only became worse. Argo stood up, "I’m going to fucking kill h