“Yeah.” The incoming email from Greg dinged in my mailbox. “I think it’s best to have some of my own security on the detail up here.”
“Good,” Mattox agreed. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses. I can send up a few more of our guys.”
“Just Ivan.” I closed the laptop. The security wasn’t for me. I wanted more eyes and ears in this place–a little more control–before I made my next move.
*
I got back from my morning run in the woods, following the fading scent of dusty sage and poppies to help calm my beast, and walked around the front of the resort.
A group of Alphas-in training were waiting on the log framed porch outside. I looked them over silently as they stepped back, giving me room to pass. There was one other Alpha who’d taken over his pack in the midst, a John O’Neil from M
