The door closes behind us with a solid click.It's a small sound, but it feels heavier than it should. Like the beginning of something complicated.Alpha Marcus's office is quiet compared to the rest of the packhouse. Dark wood shelves line the walls, filled with ledgers, old pack records, and framed photographs that probably go back generations.A wide desk sits near the center of the room, polished from years of use.Alpha Marcus moves behind it calmly.Aiden stays beside me, close enough that I can feel the steady hum of his presence through the bond.Across the room, the three visiting Alphas sit watching us.None of them look relaxed anymore.They look like wolves trying to decide whether another wolf is dangerous.The youngest one watches me the closest. He has dark hair, a heavy beard, and sharp eyes that never stop assessing.Not curiosity.Evaluation.Alpha Marcus folds his hands on the desk."You wanted to speak with Catherine Evans Hale," he says evenly."You may proceed."
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