SILVER’S POV
We sat in silence for a while, the stories I’d just heard and the photo of the little boy still haunting the back of my mind.
I leaned back slightly, watching the way Dr. Grayson stared at nothing in particular. His eyes were distant, his thoughts clearly still with the memories.
A thought crossed my mind, and I contemplated it for a moment.
I hesitated, taking another look at him, then broke the silence.
“The boy,” I said quietly. “The one from the pack house…”
“Who is he?” I asked.
Dr. Grayson looked away, his jaw tightening. “Silver… maybe that’s not a road we need to go down right now.”
That was all the confirmation I needed—that there was something he didn’t want to say.
I sighed, feeling frustrated, but I decided to give it another try. “Come on, Doc. You need t
