Frostfang
Silas's smile died on his lips, his entire body stiffening like he had just been shot.
Hades raised a brow, perplexed, still groaning against the pressure that sat on his skull. He let out a hiss as the tent flap opened, revealing someone who, by their uniform, he could infer was a Delta.
The Delta instantly turned an alarming shade of white as he stuttered. "Alpha, you should not be awake now. It is too early."
"I am fine," he lied and failed. His grimace revealed all they needed to know. "I have a headache though," he admitted.
"It is far worse than that," Silas muttered, still stiff where he stood, looking at Hades through widened eyes. "You would never forget Eve."
The Delta's head snapped toward Silas. "He forgot his wife?"
