"I don't know exactly," Graeme replied to Greta's question. "But when I spoke with Penelope," he cleared his throat. "When I spoke with Penelope, she made it seem as though there were disappearances in our pack that had to do with the alyko."
"What do you mean?" Greta asked, setting her fork down. "What would it have to do with the alyko? They're not to blame!"
"No, no that's not what she meant. That's not what I mean," he shook his head. "We were talking about the map."
Graeme paused what he was saying and gave a sideways glance to Sage. He was a pup. Did he really need to hear this? When Graeme caught August's gaze next, she nodded in a way that put him at ease. For whatever reason, she felt the conversation was acceptable for him to hear. And Graeme trusted his mate. Penelope had said that he should trust his mate. He gave her a small, appreciative smile—the kind that only takes a moment and yet says everything. The kind that could still make August's cheeks go pink.
