Bruce is here

Author’s P.O.V

*The hallway was empty left for the very clear and unmistakable figure of Isra—the head of the maids of the New Ridge Pack—who was toeing along the lockers before she stopped in front of the second to the last locker. Sneakily glancing over her shoulders, she unlocked the locker and slid in a brown paper bag and flowers. Then just as she’d come into view of the surveillance camera, she darted out of sight.*

“There you go,” Professor Blackwood spoke up after the projector screen went black, signifying the end of the video. “Alpha Logan presented the wrong person.”

If a pin dropped in the entire hallway filled with wolves of various packs, it would probably echo for miles.

Slowly, the video Aimee had just watched started making sense and when it finally clicked, a gasp rose to her lips and she shot a look at Damien whose expression was shell-shocked…and crestfallen.

Next to her, Logan was thoughtfully silent and she couldn’t understand what was going through his head