ALEXANDER
I was seated behind my desk, fingers steepled beneath my chin as I stared at nothing in particular.
Cole stood near the window, arms folded across his chest. The late hour had settled heavily over the pack house, the corridors quiet, most lights dimmed. But this matter refused to rest, and so neither did I.
“I don’t like uncertainties inside my walls,” I said finally, breaking the silence.
Cole glanced at me but didn’t interrupt.
“If he’s human, then this ends cleanly,” I continued. “We relocate him somewhere appropriate. Quietly, safely. No risk to the pack.”
“And if he isn’t? What if Luna Faye is right?” Cole asked.
That was the question, wasn’t it?
I leaned back slowly in my chair.
Faye believed he was a wolf.
She trusted her instincts enough to stake an argument aga
