122 | The Traitor

"I need to walk around. Not outside," Lynn muttered as she began shifting from foot to foot in restless, nervous movements. "Just through the tunnels. Standing still is killing me." 

"I'll go with you. Coming, Natalie?" Genny asked.

"Thanks, Genny, but I feel too woozy, I need to sit." 

"I can stay with you if you want." 

"She's fine, she's got me and Helen," said Grace, waving Lynn and Genny out of the room. She turned back to Natalie, frowning. "Don't worry so much about him." It was chastising rather than comforting. "God knows he's been through enough battles and he's always come back, alive and well." 

"That's not going to stop me from worrying." Nothing would stop her from worrying short of Dominic standing before her.

"Cole's nothing but a little fart anyway. That's why he's brought so many with him – he knows he'd never win a one-to-one challenge with Dominic." 

"Why do you think he wants the packs united so badly?"