Alexander was not relaxed at all. He sat at the edge of his desk in the office, hands clasped tightly together as his mind raced.
The clock on the wall ticked louder than usual, each sound grating against his nerves. It had been about an hour since he left them to talk.
He hated not knowing what was happening—especially when it concerned Faye. Something was wrong with her. He needed to know what Helen had discovered—if there was any explanation for Faye’s missing wolf, and, more importantly, if there was anything he could do to bring it back. The waiting was maddening.
Alexander leaned back in his chair and exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. He had already promised not to interrupt while his mother spoke with Faye, but that promise was beginning to feel unbearable. Every fib
