Trust

Alexander

When I reached the pack house, I flit through the many pack members on my way, greeting them in small murmurs until I reached the room I was looking for. Her rooms were on the empty side of the hallway and thankfully so. I breathed in, bracing myself before twisting the lock.

The coolness of the room hit my face. The place was air conditioned, fluorescent lights illuminating the large clinical space. I smiled at her desk, where she sat, embroiled in a document.

It took several steps forward to get her attention. She looked up, surprise flitting over her face.

“Alpha Alexander, long time no see,” she said dryly, pulling away the glasses from her tresses.

“Hello Claire.” I greeted, moving towards her desk. She didn't bother standing up from her office seat to greet me. I didn't bother sitting. I felt more stable on my feet at this moment. I looked around the large space of her doctor's office, more or less a small hospital room of its own.

Outside the pack house she worked i