Francis Williams
“Sir, we have new information on Ryder West,” my assistant said as she stepped into the room, tablet in hand. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the slight hesitation in it.
I turned from the window, setting my glass down on the side table. “Go on.”
She cleared her throat and continued. “It appears he no longer has a pack. Our sources confirm the entire group has… vanished. Like they never existed. No meetings, no safe houses, no communication trails. It’s just him now, living among humans. He’s completely alone.”
I raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across my face. “Alone? How delightful. The mighty alpha reduced to a lone wolf playing human in his shiny tower. How the mighty have fallen.”
Elena nodded and swiped across the tablet before handing it to me.
