Chapter 75

Astrid's POV It had been three months. Three months since I saw Alpha Jaxon. Three months since I touched him. I went to bed in my room with his clothes next to me because of how much I missed even his scent. I missed him more than I knew was possible. So much so that I found myself crying on the harder days. But that was only possible at night when I was alone in my room with Val. In the daytime, I was the backbone of the Crimson Moon Pack. The one the people and the elders looked up to in Alpha Jaxon's absence. "The harvest last month is half what we used to have." Elder Gideon said and I could barely hold back a tired sigh. Between how much we were pumping out into the battlefield to feed the people there and the poor yield this season, it was to be expected. My hand beneath my jaw, I met Elder Gideon's gaze. "We need to boost our output." Elder Jared, the bane of my existence these past three months scoffed. "It'll be hard to do that with half our working force on the battlefield."