ALEXANDER
By the time I got back to the pack house, my mood had improved slightly.
Not because I had stopped worrying about Mother completely...
I hadn't.
But seeing her up and moving around had helped.
At least a little.
She looked fine.
Sounded fine... and acted fine.
Which should have been enough to convince me.
Unfortunately, I had inherited my tendency to overthink from the very woman I had just visited.
So while part of me was reassured, another part remained suspicious.
I pushed the thought aside as I stepped out of the vehicle.
There were more immediate problems waiting for me.
The moment I entered the pack house, I headed straight toward my office.
By now, I already knew Cole would be waiting.
The man was incapable of leaving work unfinished.
Sure enough, the momen
