Sebastian's POV
I told myself it was logistics.
That was the word I kept using in my head when I walked to my study at quarter to eight and set two glasses on the desk and then took one away again because that suggested things I was not prepared to suggest. I told myself this meeting was logistics. She had been in the pack house for weeks now. The pack was unsettled. The elders were circling. The situation needed to be addressed clearly and without sentiment.
Logical. Clean. Decisive.
She knocked at exactly eight o'clock.
I said come in and she did, and she was wearing something plain, a loose grey shirt and dark trousers, with her hair pushed back and her arms folded across her chest the way she did when she was bracing for something. She looked around the room once, quickly, clockin
