Garrick found his answer by midmorning, and he didn't like carrying it to his Alpha's door, didn't like the weight of it sitting in his chest the whole walk from the servants' quarters to the study, rehearsing and discarding a dozen different ways to say it that wouldn't land like a blow.
Kane was in his study — repaired overnight by staff too frightened of another outburst to leave the wreckage standing until morning, the window replaced, the chair mended, every trace of the previous day's rage scrubbed away as though it had never happened — when Garrick entered without knocking, a habit Kane had never bothered to correct because it usually meant the news couldn't wait for the formality of permission.
"You have a name," Kane said, not looking up from the reports scattered across his des
