Drake's Point of View
I watch Aiden and Mark leave my office, the door clicking shut behind them with a soft finality. Their footsteps fade down the hallway, but the tension they leave behind lingers like a storm cloud. I wait until I'm sure they're gone, until the pack house settles again into its familiar, creaking quiet.
Then I pull the open folder back towards me.
The university brochure is already creased at the corner, the page marked where I found the occult studies department listed among their academic offerings. It’s a long shot. Maybe even a desperate one. But we’re well past the point of playing it safe.
I run my fingers along the edge of the page until I find the contact number. It’s scribbled in the margin beside the department head’s name: Dean Blake Richardson.
I grab
