Six pack Alphas.
I sat at Adisa's secondary office table at midnight and I listed them.
Zevran. Draven. Cassian Rohr. The northern ridge Alpha — a man named Veld Morran, sixties, had been at the summit, had the look of someone managing a large territory with the weariness of the long-tenured. The eastern outer pack Alpha — a woman named Tael Briss, forties, sharp and quiet, had said little at the summit but noticed everything. And the sixth — the Alpha of the southern corridor, the smallest and youngest of the six packs, a man named Rowan Iest who had been at the summit but had left early, citing pack obligations.
Six possibilities.
I eliminated Zevran immediately and completely. Not because he was mine — because the correspondence referenced things Zevran had not known. His father's p
