The room was huge, bigger than it looked on the outside.
There was a loft upstairs, outlined in a wooden railing, which contained his bedroom, but downstairs was a big, open space with a medical bed and supplies. It was clear of plants and led into a lab setting.
His kitchenette and living area were along the opposite side of the home, the half we had entered in, a direct divide between cozy and homey to clinical and clean.
He led me to the bed and sat on the stool next to it.
“Lie down, please,” he said, and I frowned.
“You know why we are here?” I asked.
He nodded. “Of course. I have been expecting you since you got here. A hybrid alpha being birthed from a human? Exceptional circumstances.
“I’m sure I am the only wolf here that will be able to give accurate information,” h
