Elder Gerald’s expression tightened as he processed everything his daughter had just told him. Then he asked, his voice low, “Maya… are you absolutely certain you can’t get a look at whatever picture was sent to Alexander’s phone?”
Maya’s eyes widened in alarm. She shook her head quickly, the hood of her cloak slipping slightly with the motion. “No, Father. I can’t. I told you—I only overheard part of the conversation. I didn’t see the phone, and even if I wanted to, how do you expect me to get near it?” She took a step forward, trying to make him understand. “I’m just a staff in the pack house. How can I possibly have access to Alpha Alexander’s phone? It’s always with him. Always.”
Gerald tilted his head, studying her. His silence made her ramble faster.
“Even if I were foolish enough
