Emerald narrowed her eyes, watching the heavily pregnant Alia wander toward the forest. 'Where is she going in her state?'
From the packhouse balcony, Emerald had a perfect view of the territory. Her mate often used it to his advantage when checking his territory.
"Viola, can you sense her? I lost her for a split second," she asked her wolf.
"She's up to no good again and—"
"Aaaahh!"
Emerald's eyes flew open instantly. She scanned the area; only a few omegas were visible, going about their chores.
'Shit.'
Though she disliked interfering, she knew Alia couldn't transform in her current state.
Emerald's body reacted before her mind could catch up. She vaulted over the railing, shifting midair—claws extending, hair bristling, muscles coiling as she hit the ground running.
She followed Alia's scent, darting into the trees.
"Left, Em!" Viola urged.
