Freya
The driver looked slightly disappointed when I told him I would be staying till the next day. He refused to lodge in a hotel, claiming his boss ordered him not to let me out of his sight.
He eventually settled to sleep on the couch, while I spent all night till the next day, trying to find out as much as I could about Adrian’s divorce. His old Luna had been named Valerie, and their divorce had been kept very quiet.
I looked all over the internet, but I could find almost nothing. There was not even a single announcement about their wedding.
I had searched everything I could think of—his name paired with hers, the pack name, even the date range I roughly guessed their marriage might have fallen in.
Every search came back with the same hollow results. No announcements, no record
