Evander
I should have gone back to work. That was the logical thing to do. The reports on my desk were still unfinished. There were border disputes requiring my attention, patrol schedules waiting for approval and three different messages from neighboring Alphas waiting for responses. Instead, I found myself walking through the western corridor of the house with my hands shoved into my pockets and my thoughts circling the same irritating problem.
One suitcase. A few dresses. Some books. That was all Mirellie owned.
The image refused to leave my head. I had seen rogues with more possessions. The thought immediately annoyed me because Mirellie wasn’t a rogue. She wasn’t some abandoned wolf dragged in from the forest. She came from one of the wealthiest families in the pack. Not noble enou
