Return of the Nameless Alpha
Because just behind the woman, barely in frame, small enough that Vale clearly never noticed them when he grabbed the envelope off the courier drop, three children move together across the same crosswalk, one dark haired boy with his hand fisted protectively in a younger girl's sleeve, and Cassian's chest goes tight enough that he has to remind himself, consciously, to breathe.
"Who sent this." His voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper, eyes locked on the photograph like it might change if he stares hard enough.
Vale shakes his head, rainwater still dripping from his jaw onto the stone floor.
"No name, Alpha. Just the photo, and one line written on the back."
He turns the envelope ov