Kirill
The Alpha paced angrily around his office, constantly knocking into furniture. Vera was driving him insane. Her words about unfulfilled hopes had sunk into his mind like claws.Why did she hate werewolves so fiercely? What had they done to her in the past? Asking Vera was pointless—during this short time, he had already learned her difficult nature all too well.
There was a quiet knock at the door.
“Come in!” Kirill barked.
Grey slipped inside cautiously.
“Close the door and talk.”
“Boss, I’ve got nothing,” the werewolf said, shutting the door tightly. “A person named Vera Konstantinovna Strelnikova doesn’t exist. The trail is cut so cleanly there’s no way in from any side.”
“You must be joking. Humans can’t forge documents that thoroughly without leaving traces. Did you check
