Alaric
By morning, the whole den had a version of what happened at the Moon Rite, each retelling slightly more dramatic than the last, and Bear found me in my office with an expression that told me he wasn't leaving until he got real answers.
"Whole club's talking," he said, shutting the door behind him. "President's wolf breaking formation mid-Rite to stand at the fence with a prospect. That's not the kind of thing that stays quiet, King."
"Wasn't trying to keep it quiet."
"Could've fooled me." He crossed his arms, planted himself in the doorway like he intended to stay there until he got something real. "Twelve years, King. I've watched you turn down offers from women twice as connected, three times as convenient, without a second thought. Now you're standing at fence lines in wolf f
