Ivan
"A rogue werewolf in Falcon?" Trevor scowled at me, leaning against the counter. "Are you sure?"
"Not really," I admitted, tapping my fingers on the table. This wasn't the strangest conversation I've had with him, but it definitely was unusual. "It's just a possibility."
"I haven't heard anything about that," The pack doctor checked the oven timer before returning to us.
We were at the pack hospital. Which, as Nefera had teased, had become our unofficial meeting place. Honestly, it was the only place we could get any privacy anymore. The nurses were gone for the day except for Cabe, who still lived here. Since they had Lori and Renee to care for, they'd started doing day and night shifts, and tonight was Trevor's turn.
