Mink’s P.O.V
As I approached the soldier, my heart raced with anticipation. The letter in his hand was crucial, a message that could change the course of our pack's future. But the stain of blood on it made my stomach churn with unease.
"I'll take that letter, Abhijeet." I said, extending my hand.
Just as the soldier began to hand it over, a voice cut through the air. "Hold on a moment," Abhay said, striding towards us with purpose.
"I'll be taking that letter instead."
I frowned, confused, knitting my brows together. "Abhay, what are you doing?" I asked, my tone tinged with irritation. "This is pack business."
Abhay's jaw tightened, but he didn't falter. "I know," he replied cryptically, reaching for the letter. “But I think it’s better if I read it first, just in case.”