Claire’s POV
When Nova and I returned to the pack house, Ivan was standing on the porch waiting for us. He greeted Nova with warmth and a hug, but looked at me with more suspicion.
“We should talk in my office,” he said to me, after sending Nova ahead.
“Yes.”
I followed him into his office. After I entered, he closed the door, then came to stand beside me.
“For you to leave Leo, I can only guess you are not taking my advice to stay out of this. For you to be here means you believe that I can help you in this somehow.”
He saw straight through me. I’d been hoping to approach him with more tact, maybe after buttering him up with some compliments or something, but I could see now that I had to get straight to the point. Ivan didn’t like games. As a direct individual, he appreciated dire
