Rhett and I made our way up to his office, and the pack house was surprisingly empty compared to last night. I wasn’t sure if people might still be outside in the cold, or if the Alpha’s had already left. I frowned at the memory of Hannah and marched to the office.
Ansel and Jackson were inside when we went in. Jackson was pouring himself a drink, and Ansel laid across an armchair, with his legs dangling off the side. He wore similar clothes to yesterday; old-fashioned, but less fancy. Jackson looked like his usual disheveled self, with dark circles under his eyes. He must be ready to go home.
I’m ready for them to go home. Rhett’s voice ran through my mind, warning me to be wary of the two of them. I straightened my back and followed Rhett to his desk. He shoved Brawn’s old plaque to th
