KIERAN’S POV
Two days after Daniel’s heir ceremony, Gavin walked into my office in the pack house, leaned against the doorjamb, and just…stared at me.
I paused mid-sentence over the logistics report I’d been reviewing—border rotation schedules, revised security protocols after a rogue sighting near Topanga, and a stack of alliance correspondence I’d been meaning to answer.
Numbers and obligations blurred together, but none of it was unusual.
What was unusual was my Beta looking at me like he was waiting for a bomb to go off.
I closed my laptop halfway. “Can I help you?”
Gavin folded his arms, still assessing me like I was a malfunctioning explosive device.
“I’m just wondering if this building—sturdy as it is—can withstand the force of you receiving the information I have to pass.”
My brows pulled together. “What are you talking about?”
He didn’t answer. Just stepped forward and set something on my desk.
A printed flight confirmation.
