ALICE POV
I stomped my feet hard on the way to the pack house, my boots thudding against the gravel as I made my way across the grounds. Warriors were standing awkwardly here and there, all pretending to be busy with something else. Not one of them dared to meet my gaze, their eyes shifting to the sky, the ground, or anything that wasn’t me. Smart bastards.
As I approached the pack house, I spotted Paolo emerging from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. I beelined toward him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
"Paolo!" I called, my voice sharper than usual. "Where is he?"
He turned to me, looking genuinely confused. "Who?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't play dumb. You know exactly who I'm talking about. Should I go to the alpha’s office or the private dining room?"
Paolo b
