A story

VALENCIA'S POV

I sat there helplessly. 

I mean, there wasn't much I could do in this. I had to attend to so many things, take reports from Jason, and then ask Tory and Theo how things were going around their investigation for the pendant or Alfonso. But I couldn't even do the simple task of talking to someone without needing a maverick to be my interpreter. 

I sighed, gazing at Maverick, who was busy meeting with the alphas of the other packs affected by the rogue of the southern regions. 

He looked at me instinctively before smiling, and I lay on my stomach, sprawling my legs and arms. 

His chuckle reverberated in my headspace, and I lifted my head to glare at him, making him immediately zip up and concentrate on his meeting. 

I could hear what they were talking about.