Calista
I stepped out of the office into the hot afternoon air, thankful that the Alpha’s office provided a car for out-of-office errands where I could enjoy the air conditioning as I drove.
Miriam lived a good one hour and thirty minutes from the pack offices. That explained why I had seen so little of Anna when growing up and why Marcus had not discovered her early enough.
When Miriam opened the door, she looked worn, tired and way older than her age of forty-five. Grief had aged her beyond her years.
“Thanks for coming,” she said, her voice soft as she gestured for me to get inside. I managed a small smile, hoping it would bring her some comfort.
As soon as we sat down, she started talking about Anna. Her hands trembled as she told me the story, “Anna was healthy and everything was
