“We can arrange a search party, try to find Dirge as soon as this gathering ends. But we’ve got some issues to deal with first.” I dropped my fists to the table, leaning back against my office chair.
“Anything, Alpha. What can I do?” Reed’s enthusiasm was interrupted by a double rap at the door, Gael’s signature.
“Enter,” I ordered, and he slipped inside, locking the door behind him. I watched closely as he crossed to the chair next to Reed, checking his posture for any signs of defiance or unease, but found none as he dropped easily into it, lounging back and sprawling to cover the entire surface. He was my second, and I’d expected him to accept the correction, but I didn’t want any anger left to fester and corrupt our relationship.
His easy stance told me everything I needed to know.
