“So I gather, Uncle.” He plopped onto the corner of the desk to partially face both Rocco and the group. “My friends and I,” he gestured to the Wolfe clan standing at the back of the room, “are here for the same reason. Sorta.” Caleb turned feigned-happy eyes to the alpha. “We’ve discovered some things my pack would love to know.”
Rocco flashed him a flinty stare. “Perhaps we should talk in private.” He stood from his chair.
Caleb popped to his feet from the desk corner. “No, Rocco. I think they would want to hear this firsthand.” All jovialness left his demeanor.
His uncle raised his hand and his enforcer stepped forward. “No, I’d rather—”
One of the pack men stood from his chair. “Yes, Alpha Rahound, we would like to hear.” Several men nodded and mumbled agreement.
Rocco once again
