Debbie
The roadside cafe was loud. Music blared from a speaker near the entrance. It was the perfect place to hide. No one from the pack’s high circles would ever come here.
Silas sat at a small, plastic table in the corner. He was sweating. His white shirt was damp at the collar. His hands shook so much that his spoon kept hitting the side of his bowl.
I sat across from him and watched him.
"Eat your food, Silas," I said. My voice was calm, but it cut through the noise of the cafe. "You look like you’re about to faint."
Silas jumped. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Director... I... I… am sorry to ask, but… why are we here—"
I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. I watched a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. "I found out what you’re doing, Silas. Found ou
