Darion stood rigidly in front of the Alpha King’s desk, his head slightly bowed in respect, but his eyes never strayed from the figure sitting behind the desk.
Alpha Kaelion leaned back in his leather chair, broad shoulders tense, jaw clenched tight. His fingers drummed once against the polished surface of the desk, then stilled.
“Well?” Kaelion’s voice cut through the silence, low and dangerous. “What did you find?”
Darion swallowed, choosing his words carefully. “My King… you asked me to keep an eye on Lady Jenna. I did as you instructed. I regret to report… what I saw was troubling.”
Kaelion’s eyes narrowed. “Troubling how?”
Darion hesitated for only a moment. “She is being targeted. Bullied.”
The Alpha King’s chair scraped as he leaned forward sharply. “By who?”
Darion’s lips pr
