In the silvery waterfall of moonlight, Jonathan Aztec, my second in command, holding rank as Beta of the Northridge pack, was something to behold. His powerful shoulders seemed to carry the waning gibbous, and the shadows that devoured the vast grounds of Battleridge manor granted him a wide berth.
He was a superior specimen. He was a male worthy of the ranking he'd been bestowed. But like all creatures, he wasn't born perfect, and his character flaw was a fault that bled out into the night like a severed artery: Concern.
It charged the air between us, a thick blanket that settled against the lungs like a boa-constrictor's loving embrace.
"What did you find?" I asked. The perverse silence that had entombed the dilapidated courtyard, screaming so loud it rang through my ears like a twisted lullaby, was shattered upon his approach. His boots smacked against the waterlogged ground, echoing in a way that spoke of his failures before he'd even opened his mouth. 
"Nothing,"
.......
"Until I can figure out what's going on, nobody finds out about the boy. Understand?"
"Understood."
"You're not going to ..." The pause that followed dragged out. "He's just a baby, Sterling."
"You're dismissed."

The Littlest Light

/"I need to find the number./" Raking a hand through his hair, the dark crop teasing me, he continued. /"I can Google the number for the bars he owns. Get them to give me his number that way, right?/"

He asked, but it wasn't really a question. It was what we did. Clarke was still sporting the kicked puppy routine and refused to come with us, opting to chat the ear off of the woman that had shown us to our rooms. The same one that had refused to let me go with Sterling when we had been locked up.

My clothes matched the Alpha's. White seemed to be a trending theme, and whilst most the people we had seen wore a mix and match, or mostly black, the room we had been taken to pick out clothes had been mostly white. Almost factory-like, every size imaginable was there by the shelf load.

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