Marcus paced back and forth around the small living room, his boots thudding loudly against the floor as he spoke, one hand gesturing in sharp motions.

“Alright, listen,” he said, stopping in front of Roman. “I’ve thought this through properly now. While you head to the pack house to announce our presence and meet the Alpha, I’ll go to the address on the mail. I’ll check it out, see what I can find, and—” He frowned. “Are you even listening to me?”

Roman lifted his head ...