Ylva
Ylva, loyal Beta to Andreas Turner, stood stone-faced as her Alpha barked negotiations over the phone.
The human official’s voice – familiar from the rare occasions they liaised with the few high-level humans that knew about the werewolf world – screeched through the phone speakers.
“–a kidnapping case that we’ve been informed of, Mr Turner,” the official was growling at her Alpha. “Even though the victim hasn’t filed formal charges, her lawyer is still digging. Persistently. He’s bound to uncover more information about all this. So I’d better hear a damned good explanation from you, or there’s going to be some real jeopardy to the peace between your people and mine.”
A sneer twisted her Alpha’s face at the mention of the human lawyer. “That lawyer is clearly unaware that his
