He chuckled. "Guessing the wild life wasn't for you. Well, I won't hold your conformity against you. It takes a certain sort of wolf to be one of us. Now, come sit down, and tell me your story, and I'll see if I can help you."
He led me over to some couches in a reception area and I began speaking, describing what had happened from the Murasame Pack m******e onwards, what I knew of Carrie’s supposed direction, and what she looked like. I met his eyes a few times while I spoke and I recognized sharp ruthless intelligence in him. He was a dangerous wolf. The eye contact seemed to amuse him, not upset him, while he listened intently. I mentioned to him about a vampire who took Carrie.
He was quiet for a long moment. "Well, I can't help you specifically with your mate, just yet. If you can
