(Dorian)
The name won't come.
He's asked three times now, and Fenris — who has never once failed him in four years of quiet intelligence work — keeps giving him the same useless answer.
"I don't know who she is." Fenris shifts his weight, just slightly. "Only that she sat at his table. That he put his hand on her in front of the pack. That he announced a courtship."
Dorian sets down his glass.
The study is quiet. Big house, big study, completely still at this hour. Outside, his pack goes about their night. Inside, something cold is moving through his chest.
His father. Courting someone.
"How long has this been going on?"
"The announcement was public. Four days ago."
Four days. And he's only hearing about it now.
"Where did she come from?"
"That's the part I can't pin down." Fenr
