Alexander
I hesitate, barely holding back my knee-jerk reaction to shoot down Evelyn’s idea once she shares it with me. But then she explains her reasoning, and I have to admit it’s a smart idea.
Without telling her I agree, I look ahead. “Alpha Jackson!” I call, and the entire hall falls silent as the werewolf slowly turns with nervous eyes from his group of friends to look in my direction.
I simply outstretch my hand and beckon him toward me with two fingers. I wonder if Evelyn is aware of the way her fingers fist my jacket at the motion, like she’s felt my fingers do something similar in a much more intimate setting.
Every eye is on Alpha Jackson as he walks slowly toward us. I would be able to tell by their expressions alone that they think these might be his last steps even if I
