XARION'S POV
I'm sitting at my desk in my pack office, staring at a stack of reports I should be reviewing, but my mind's somewhere else entirely.
Yesterday's conversation with Megan keeps replaying in my head over and over again.
The twins are fine. She's fine. That's all that matters.
But still, I can't shake the conversation. Or more specifically, I can't shake the name that keeps echoing in my mind.
Vance.
The name alone makes my jaw clench.
I pick up a pen and start tapping it against the desk, trying to focus on the documents in front of me. But the words blur together.
Who the hell is Vance?
And why was he there with my Megan and my kids?
The twins talked about him like he was some kind of hero. "He saved us from the bad guys, Daddy." "He was so strong, Daddy."
I should
