Author’s POV
Sylvia led Caesar and Noah into her personal office, the tension following them like an invisible cloud. She gestured toward the seating area with a tired sigh.
"Find yourselves somewhere to sit," she said, moving toward her desk. "Once I locate my mother, we'll head over together."
The false harmony between Caesar and Noah was painfully obvious. While Noah maintained a calm exterior, his eyes kept darting to Caesar with undisguised curiosity and suspicion.
"I hope you don't mind me asking," Noah finally broke the silence, leaning forward slightly, "but which pack do you belong to, Mr. Caesar? I don't believe I've seen you at any of the regional Alpha gatherings."
Caesar's expression remained impassive. "That information isn't relevant to our current situation
