As they walked past hundreds of pack members, Savannah’s sharp gaze swept over the unfamiliar faces. Something gnawed at her, and she turned to Theo.
“I need the list,” she said decisively.
Theo glanced at her, puzzled. “A list of what?”
“Your staff,” she replied without hesitation.
“I’ll give it to you later,” he assured her, though he wasn’t entirely sure why she wanted it.
Savannah’s eyes narrowed as she took in the unfamiliar faces around her. “Why do I not recognize most of them?” she asked, suspicion lacing her tone.
Theo let out a small sigh, understanding her concern. “Older wolves, unmated wolves, and those whose mates have died stay in the villa with my parents,” he explained. “Many of them rarely come to the packhouse, which is why you haven’t seen them before.”
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