"Keep in touch, Miss Tillman. I will report President Tillman's condition whenever possible."
"Alright," I replied with a soft smile. "Thank you, Mr. Hunter. I'll be counting on you."
His role in our pack structure had quietly become important—an intermediary between me and my father's weakening authority. Someone who carried information like a messenger between territories.
Alex locked his car after stepping out. "Let me walk you upstairs. I can also bring the Alpha home from here afterward."
I hesitated only briefly. There was no real reason to refuse. In our world, accepting escort from a trusted pack ally wasn't unusual—it was courtesy, sometimes even protection.
So we walked together.
Side by side under the streetlights, our shadows stretched long across the pavement. From a distance, we probably looked like something more aligned than we actually were. Two figures moving in sync, like a pair temporarily mistaken for bonded mates.
