AZRIEL
I watched the old man pour himself a drink, his hands visibly shaking on the glass. Axel had summoned him to the pack house the moment he returned from his trip. The reason was known only to Axel.
“Relax, Blackwell. We won’t hurt you,” Asher said, rubbing the old man’s back. The old man forced a smile and slowly brought the drink to his lips.
“Why did you hang up?” Axel asked, irritation clear in his voice. “She wanted to talk about us, and you hung up without asking us.”
I swirled my own glass, staring at the liquid catching the light.
We had told him to call her and put the phone on a speaker. Instead, he hung up the moment she wanted to talk about us. I was curious what she had wanted to say. Typically, I would have made this old man regret acting on his own without our con
