Chapter 45

　　Dylan 　　“Bert?” I answered the phone quickly, tension vibrating through me. “What’s wrong?” 　　“Nothing, Dylan.” My Beta’s voice rumbled reassuringly. “I was just phoning to check in,” he explained, sounding surprised at my troubled tone. 　　I unclenched my jaw, feeling my shoulders relax too. I didn’t know why, but I’d been on edge the last couple of days like I was waiting for something to happen… something bad. 　　I was sitting in the study of my townhouse, having come over here to work in my study on a bit of pack business. I generally only used the townhouse for my work. I’d basically moved into Cherry’s apartment, knowing it suited her and Fern best to stay there. It was Saturday, so Cherry was doing overtime in the store. The gentle whisper of Fern’s voice soothed me, her tones stirring from the living room where she was playing. 　　“Are you all right?” Bert asked. 　　“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered mechanically. I think. I wondered if I should try to unpack the uneasiness I was feeli