-Helena-
The next day, I hurried to find Zeke before meeting Wylder to offer my assistance with his work. He had appeared exhausted at dinner the previous night, so I wanted to help.
After locating Zeke’s bedroom, I knocked, and a half-dressed beta answered, clad only in sweatpants, sporting a bite mark on his chest.
“Morning,” he greeted with a lazy smile.
I heard movement inside the room, indicating he wasn’t alone.
“Could we chat for a moment?” I asked.
I gestured for him to step outside, and he complied, closing the door behind him.
“What’s up?” he inquired, concern etched on his face.
“Have you made any progress?” I queried.
“Regarding?” he prompted.
“Wylder’s and Killian’s past. Have you uncovered who was responsible for their loved ones’ deaths?”
Zeke sighed, shaking his
