Prue
Honestly, I didn’t expect much when he asked me to see the pack grounds. At first, I thought it was just another one of his Alpha orders disguised as “being helpful.” But as we walked, I realized he was actually trying – awkward, stiff, too formal for his own good, but trying. He explained the rooms, the ballroom, even the dungeons, all with that furrowed-brow seriousness that made me want to roll my eyes.
What struck me the most, though, was that he wasn’t putting on a show for anyone else – this wasn’t Alpha Andrew parading in front of his pack. It was just… him. A little awkward, a little sarcastic, trying not to slip up. Part of me wanted to mock him, the way I usually do, but another part of me caught something almost… genuine in him. Not that I’ll admit it to his face. Still,
