In Ivan’s office, Ivan was sitting behind the desk, looking much as he always did, his face stony, a mountain of paperwork in front of him on the desk.
“Sit down,” he said and gestured toward one of the chairs.
This was the giveaway that something had happened. If this visit was about something simple, he would just tell me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, still standing.
He held my gaze. “There was an attack on the border of Gideon’s pack. A rogue force. Gideon and his soldiers rushed to meet the enemy and overcame it, but with casualties.”
“Gideon?” I asked, my throat so tight I could barely utter the name. If he died… I didn’t know what I would do.
“Badly injured but alive,” Ivan said.
I exhaled in relief, but Ivan kept looking at me, telling me that something else was wrong.
“While
