AIDEN'S POV
"Are we seriously discussing territory lines again?" I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Ronan, one of the northern beta lieutenants, nodded from across the table in the packhouse war room. "You said we'd revisit the east boundary after winter."
"And I said I'd revisit it. I did not mean to imply that we were moving fences today," I replied.
Luca leaned forward. "He's got a point. The riverbed shifted since the last storm. Crops are starting to suffer."
"We'll send scouts," I said in a flat voice. "They'll check soil viability. We'll adjust if it makes sense. We're not redrawing lines on a whim."
Heads nodded around the table. Ronan leaned back with a grunt that might've been acceptance or indigestion.
Meeting adjourned.
As the others dispersed, I stayed seated, staring at the stack of untouched notes in front of me. I hadn't read a word. My mind had been elsewhere all morning.
Correction, my mind had been on her.
The door creaked open behind me.
