Jeremy’s POV
The Alpha’s office seals behind me when I enter. The air smells faintly of cedar and iron, the kind of room where decisions change lives quietly. I am relieved by this smell rather than the hospital smell I just left.
Reed stands near the windows, posture relaxed in that dangerous way of his. Nora is already seated, tablet in hand, eyes sharp and thoughtful. The others are arranged around the table, young, capable, deadly in ways that don’t announce themselves.
I take the chair offered to me, and the dossier slides across the polished surface.
Claire Anderson.
Her name stares back at me in clean, official print. Mine. My heart skips a beat at the sight of it. Anderson, not Dane. Then I open it, my wolf stirring beneath my skin, uneasy, alert, sensing a thread pulling too
