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The office is quiet except for the low murmur of voices and the occasional rustle of paper.
Kaizer sits across from me with his arms folded over his broad chest, his expression hard and thoughtful. Emeric, my Gamma, occupies the chair beside him, one ankle resting on his opposite knee as he flips through the report in his hand.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the afternoon sun stretches across the pack grounds, casting long shadows over the training fields. Normally, the sight calms me.
Today, it does nothing.
Too many things have happened within the last few hours.
Too many questions remain unanswered.
I lean back in my chair, steepling my fingers beneath my chin.
"So," I begin, my gaze settling on Emeric, "did the rogue say anything?"
Emeric exhales through his nose be
