Gordon
He looked at Clara who was sitting at the table across from him in this war room. She could, in fact, prove Alpha William's words about his father right here and now. All she had to do was lift that hood she was wearing and reveal herself to him.
It was clear to him that William would likely recognize Clara if she did this. He had voiced that he’d checked her pack file, and they all came with photos of pack members. To Gordon’s knowledge, Clara still had the long hair she’d had inside that pack and, right now, it wasn’t pulled up into a ponytail or a braid.
It was right now sitting down over her body, coming from either side of her hood, in long thick black waves, she’d just brushed it and let it fall naturally today, though he did know on the battlefield she’d pull it back into
