Remi POV
"Grandma."
She looked at me. Still holding both my hands. The way she'd held them since I was small enough to fit entirely in her lap.
"I need to ask you something," I said. "Something important."
"I know." She squeezed once. "I could see it the moment you walked in."
Manuel stepped forward.
"Grandma." His voice was different. Careful. The voice he used when he needed something and knew it. "I need to ask you a direct question. As your Alpha. And I need a direct answer."
Grandma looked at him.
Not afraid. She'd never been afraid of Alphas. I'd watched her look at them my whole life with that specific expression — respect without submission. The look of someone who had lived long enough to know the difference between power and authority.
"Ask," she said.
"The older Olandr
