Claire’s POV
I waited for evening to fall, when the curtains were closed and we could roam the house more freely. Then, I went upstairs to track down Ian.
It was time for him and me to have a chat of our own, away from the curious ears of the others.
I found him in his study, angrily typing on his keyboard. He was pushing the keys so loud, the click clack echoed out into the hallway. When I closed the office door behind me, he finally ceased, noticing me at last.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Writing an angry email?”
“Alpha Jake has been consistently excluding me from things,” he said. “When it happens, I let the pack council know about it.”
“Isn’t the event on Damien’s pack lands?”
“Same difference,” Ian growled. “It’s that Annette… Amelia… whatever. She’s plotting against me. T
