DEREK
The phone clicked as the line disconnected.
I sat back in my chair, staring at nothing for a beat. That had been the fifth call this morning—same story as the others. A smiling denial, a deflection, or worse: radio silence. All tied to the Rogue Foundation permits.
You’d think someone was purposely trying to stall Elena’s progress.
Which wouldn’t be surprising. There were plenty of old-guard wolves who didn’t want rogue rehabilitation to succeed. But still—it made me wonder who was behind the delays. Who had something to gain.
And why I was only now realizing how far out of the loop I’d fallen.
I mean, I knew I wasn’t officially part of the Foundation. But if I could smooth the way for her, I’d at least feel like I wasn’t standing in it.
I wasn’t sure if she’d welcome my help
