*George’s POV*
We were in Alpha James’s office. Miranda, Alpha Jonathan James and Grant, the office delta. The tension in the room was palpable, because of our strained relationship and the case of the severed ear. I needed to talk to her, but I couldn’t, not in front of them. I needed to make things right, make her understand nothing happened with Mari... nothing that I recall at least.
“Dad, what are we going to do? Surely he can’t get away with this?” she said, slamming her palm to the desk her father sat at. Her hand pressed the bloody note to the dark wooden top, pinning it down. I could feel anger roll off her. Our bond was damaged, but not broken, and it could still be repaired. I wouldn’t allow it to be severed, and I will not accept her rejection, no matter the pain it caused me
