“Chris,” Jason said evenly, “you remember Elder Ansel. Hello, Emily.”
“Alpha,” the other she-wolf greeted, shooting her impatient mate a look. “We’re sorry for the intrusion. We’ll come back later.”
“Wait, please,” Ansel stood, “did you just say you have information on the fate of wolfkind?”
Emily and Christina hesitated, glancing at Jason. He rubbed his temples, considering his next words carefully. This was his territory, and they were pack members on a sanctioned fact-finding mission, so he was well within his right to order Ansel out. It was pack business, yet Christina’s words rang in his mind, as did their earlier warning. What if the implications were far beyond just his own pack? If so, he would need the Council on his side.
“Elder Ansel, take a seat. Chris, Em, you too,” Jaso
