Maya stood among the trees with her father again, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as though the chill in the air had seeped beneath her skin.
She hated these meetings. She hated the secrecy of them, hated the way her father’s sharp eyes bore into her whenever she came back with answers he didn’t like. Tonight was no different. Gerald was waiting, and he was clearly frustrated.
“What’s going on in the pack house?” Gerald asked, his voice low. “Tell me, Maya. What are Alpha Alexander and Luna Faye up to?”
Maya hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She wished she had something that would satisfy him, something that would stop the edge in his voice from turning into rage. But there was nothing. Not really.
“Nothing,” she finally said, her voice small. “Nothing
