The Pack's Alpha
I say.
“Sounds good. I’m with you, Cyra, always,” he says.
Did I mention how much I love this man?
I take a deep breath and dial the number Hacker gave me putting it on speakerphone.
“Alpha Ramin,” a deep voice answers.
“Alpha Ramin, my name is Cyra Teymoori. Do you know who I am?”
I hear a chair creak, like my uncle is sitting back in his seat.
“Well, that didn’t take long, did it?”