Formerly Blake's door.  After Toby's death, Monroe hadn't been able to stand living in the cabin she'd shared with her Mate and so she'd permanently moved into the packhouse.  Many of the rooms had been occupied at the time with Blake's hunter friends, who had all been figuring out their next steps before leaving Sanguis Ridge, but the room Blake had been given months ago had remained unoccupied.  Since she slept in Red's room now anyways, Blake had offered it to Monroe who had walked in, shut the door, and hardly left.
                          
It was like she'd locked herself into a prison of her own making and the pattern of events that occurred was remarkably similar to what Blake had endured upon her capture.  The door remained shut, food was left outside the door for Monroe to pick up since she normally kept the door locked, and there was only silence emanating from the interior.
                          
"A note?" Henry asked.  "Any idea what it said?
                          
"No.  Hix slipped it under the door and then I'm assuming Monroe read it because she let him in.  About half an hour later, they both came down for breakfast."
                          
"How does she look?"
                          
Blake considered, recalling Monroe's absent blue eyes and knotted hair, and then said, "Heartbroken."
                          
Henry seemed pained by this response but said, "She's a fighter.  She'll get through this."  After a moment, he scoffed.  "I can't believe that after all of our attempts to get her out of her room, it was Hix who managed to do the trick."
                          
"He still getting on your nerves?"
                          
"Hix talks so damned much," Henry said with a groan.  "I mean, he just doesn't shut up."
                          
"It's his superpower.  Supreme annoyance."
                          
"Doesn't seem like he's planning on leaving anytime soon."
                          
Blake grinned.  "No, it doesn't.  As I'm sure you've guessed, he's not really the nomadic type.  I think he likes having a community to fall back on and since Beare Lake is an empty wasteland now, he's adopted the werewolves as his new group."
                          
Henry grumbled, "Lucky us."  He sighed then said, "And what about you?  No plans to leave anytime soon either?"
                          
"Are you kicking me out anytime soon?"
                          
"No."
                          
"Then no."
                          
The Alpha chuckled and said, "I was hoping that's what you'd say."  He reached beneath the island counter and came up with a little black box which he slid across the marble top towards her.  "For you."
                          
Blake raised her brows.  "You're buying me jewelry?  Isn't that Red's job?"
                          
"Just open it."
                          
Laughing, Blake did and immediately fell silent.  Nestled on a bed of black silk was a gold pendant attached to a simple chain.  It was in the shape of a half-moon and sun design.  "This symbol is painted on the wall of your office."
                          
"It's the pack insignia."  
                          
She met Henry's gaze, her eyes burning for an explanation.  
                          
Henry leaned against the back counter and said, "I was worried about Red when it became clear that you were his Mate.  A Mated pair are supposed to be perfect reflections of each other.  Half of a whole that when put together are stronger than they are apart.  When Red identified you as his Mate, I didn't understand how a human – especially a hunter – could be his equal.  It would have been one thing if you'd been Mated to any random wolf but to a Lead Warrior and someone with Alpha blood to boot...It didn't make sense to me that the two of you could ever work.