Den of Alphas
But… connected.
The Dean cleared his throat, breaking the tension.
“Declan, this is Alpha Cyrus,” he said. “A council representative. He only wants to ask a few questions.”
Declan nodded quickly. “Good afternoon, sir.”
Even his voice stirred something deep in me, like a ghost brushing against old wounds.
I leaned back in my chair and studied him carefully.
“Declan,” I said softly, “how long have you been at this academy?”
“A few months, sir.”
“A few months,” I repeated. “And what pack are you from?”
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