***Freya***
I burst into my Grandfather's office for the third time in as many days.
"WHY is Will Leighton-Carter here?" I demand angrily, putting both hands down on his desk, looking him straight in the eyes.
He doesn't flinch, he simply gestures toward the chair opposite him impassively. He has grown a little too used to female alpha outbursts over the years, it seems.
"Rephrase, please," he says politely. I breathe.
"You asked me not to say anything about our history of a wolf and faerie bonding...but we suddenly have the third heir to the country's largest and most powerful pack downstairs, and he's already spent most of his first morning here with Ella. He also knows what she is. This cannot be a coincidence!"
My grandfather seems unusually surprised by this news.
"That is inte
