“Okay,” I finally said after a long pause. “She can stay at my packhouse. But it’s only until the killer is taken care of. Then, she will return to your home.”
“Yes, Alpha Enzo,” John said, a relieved smile spreading across his lips. “Thank you so much! And please, keep this to yourself.”
I shook his hand before standing to my feet.
“I should be going,” I said to him. “I’ll reach out to my Beta and explain to him what’s happening. She can move in this evening. I won’t be there for a couple of days, but my pack will make her feel more than welcome.”
“I really appreciate this,” John said, chugging the rest of his coffee before standing to his feet. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
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Third Person POV
Bethany packed her things immediately upon her father’s arrival.
The made-up story
