Milo

“Well?” Alpha Felix asks when I walk into his office later that night.

“I know why Kaelin was in a hurry to take over the pack, but I’m not sure I understand his reasoning,” I tell him.

“What does that mean?” He’s twirling his pen between his fingers, a habit he has when he’s thinking.

“Alpha Waylon handed over his pack to a new Alpha this evening,” I say, grinning when the pen stops.

“Who?”

“Sloane Hartwell,” I say, watching the disbelief on my ...