"Levi," Zion's voice was calm, but there was a hint of finality to it. "Come with me to the office."
He turned sharply, heading toward the Alpha's office as he continued to descend the stairs. Addison's garden could wait for now; there were more pressing matters to discuss with his Gamma, and Zion was determined to get to the heart of them.
Levi, who was equally baffled by the sudden shift in the air and Zion's demeanor, had no choice but to follow, quickly schooling his expression into neutrality. As they stepped into the office, which had just been cleaned by one of the omegas, Zion immediately headed to his leather chair without a word.
"Close the door," he instructed.
Once Levi did so, Zion gestured to the seat across from him. "Sit."
Leaning back into his chair, Zion took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. His voice was measured but direct when he finally spoke.
"Tell me—what do you know about Claire, and why the Royal Convoy is here?"
