FAYE
The knock I gave Alexander’s door was soft, almost hesitant, though I had no reason to be. He had summoned me, after all. Still, I lingered outside for a heartbeat longer than necessary, listening to the echo of my knuckles against the wood.
I had gone to the salon this morning to tame my hair. Immediately I arrived the pack house, I hadn’t even caught my breath or looked in the mirror properly when his name lit up my screen. “Come to my room, please.” he had said, and then ended the call before I could reply.
Now, here I was, wondering why he needed me so urgently.
“Come in,” his voice rang from the other side.
I pushed the door open, stepping into his room. He stood with his back to me, hands buried deep in his pockets, shoulders tense. I closed the door. "Is everything alright
