17
Canis Lupus
The morning light was nothing but a gray, insipid wash against the skyline, a pathetic attempt at a new day. I was sitting in my study, the leather of my chair cold against my skin, the silence of the room a stark contrast to the chaos raging in my mind. Kline walked in, his footsteps measured, his face a mask of neutrality. But I knew him too well; something had happened, something he was hesitant to tell me.
"Ryker," he began, his voice betraying none of the trepidation I could see lurking in his eyes. "There"s something you should know. Fennec… she was seen leaving a bar with someone. A man. They were… It didn"t look platonic."
The information hit me like a punch to the gut, a seething anger boiling up from the depths of my being. A one-night stand? Fennec, with anoth
