Layleen
Ragnar scans the three of us with his narrowed eyes, and I can feel irritation bubbling under his skin. He is not happy with what he sees here, and none of us truly needs to fish for an explanation as to why.
"Ray," he finally speaks again, his chin jerking at Charlie standing next to his father. "Take the boy and go back to the house."
"Yes, alpha," the two of them nod in unison and leave so fast that it actually takes me a solid moment to realize that they are already gone.
Now, I have no choice but to face him alone. And boy, do I feel ready to disappear, too.
"Why are you here so late?" Ragnar asks me, his face stern, his features sharp, and yet, I hear no threat or warning in his tone.
"I..." I start reluctantly and immediately trail off, my mind refusing to function at all. "They were fighting, so I thought––"
"This is a warrior pack," he interrupts and frowns a little, but his voice still remains the same. "Wolves always fight here."
