“You’re a day early,” Erikson bit out as Greg was led into his office by two surly bodybuilder-type men. The Alpha was seated behind his desk, looking like the picture of authority and leaving Greg with no doubt about who he was. A shifty-eyed man stood off to the side, his face weary and his posture nervous.
The Portland pack house was a mansion-sized building that Greg could easily have gotten lost in, but he had done his best to give Finn and anyone else who was listening in a clue about where the men had led him.
“Don’t you have an elevator in this place? If my office was on the fourth floor, I’d want one,” he’d said after they’d walked up the third flight of stairs, to which the guards had just rolled their eyes.
Finn could hear every word spoken by him– and hopefully those aroun
