Wolf?

WYATT

I was tapping my fingers impatiently, waiting for the phone calls that were supposed to be coming. I was usually a lot more patient, but these phone calls were thirty minutes overdue. Earl was sitting in the chair opposite my desk waiting with me. We were trying to figure out how to deal with this threat.

The phone finally rang and I switched it to speaker. “Nellie?” I asked.

“Yes, my king. I also have Jason here.” Jason was the driver for Stephen Jones, also one of my subjects.

“Hello, Jason,” I said.

“Hello, My King,” he answered. “I’m happy to serve you.”

The kid was so formal. I looked up to see Earl smirking. He rearranged his features when he saw my glare.

“Please report on the girl,” I said. Jason cleared his throat.

“She’s pleasant enough, but untalkative. Most people jabber my ear off or want to talk the entire time. We sat in silence. No radio, nothing. She didn’t even wear earbuds.” I smiled. Jason was one of my younger Lycans, still aging in appear