Michael
Morning drifted into the evening. Paperwork blurred into more work that required my signature. My attention kept slipping out of the office, past the training grounds, and into the mall.
I wondered how Lyla’s shopping trip with Shantel was going. Wondered how many racks she skimmed through, picking out what she liked. Shantel was probably picking out things that would push her out of her comfort zone. If Stan and Luca were keeping her safe. If they were pretending to enjoy themselves.
Still, every time I tried to settle. Lyla’s scent clung to my thoughts. I couldn’t avoid the question anymore. Whatever was wrong with her scent wasn’t going to fix itself. It was time for me to make the call.
“Hello, Dr. Owen.”
“Hello, Alpha Michael. What can I do for you today?”
I wasn’
