This time, thankfully, the pack introductions go well. With Green Pine, it’s all a lot less formal. Afterward, Alpha Smith, who does ask me to call him Brian just as Riley predicted, asks me if I would like to freshen up before we speak.
“No, I have,” I pause for dramatic effect, “so many questions.”
“I’d like to go with you,” Rosa says.
“Of course,” Brian ushers us along inside and through a packhouse that looks much more like home. His office resembles my office, but painted in a cheery blue color that I envy and with an ornate fireplace carved with miniature symbols of the Goddess.
As Rosa and I take our seats, he says, “so, I understand that your Alpha tour did not go quite as well as you had hoped.”
I shake my head. “You can say that again,” I mutter.
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