🐺ADRIAN🐺Garrick was waiting outside my quarters. He straightened when I came through the door, fell into step beside me when I moved, and I felt rather than saw the way he calibrated himself to whatever he read off me, the slight adjustment in his own tension, the shift from routine-reporting posture to something more careful, more attuned."Alpha." He kept his voice even. "My spies report that Damon has been going from one pack to another, looking for allies against the wizard. And from everything I have gathered, we have a spy embedded in the pack."“Tell me something I don’t already know, Garrick,” I cut him off sharply. My voice carried the full chill of my mood. I was still angry, or better phrased, Killian was still angry, and until I satisfied that rage he would not rest. The wolf inside me pushed and clawed at the edges of my restraint, feeding the cold fury that kept my steps measured and my face like stone.Garrick didn’t flinch, but he adjusted
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