The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead
RaeLynadored by my ruthless alpha
There was something almost too casual about the way he carried himself, given the weight of what we were asking of him.
After exchanging pleasantries, we introduced ourselves while making our way to the pack hospital. I discovered that his name was Owen, the second child in his family, and he was next in line within his coven. His father, aged 65, was still living. He spoke of his family with an offhand ease, the kind of small talk meant to fill silence rather than mean anything, and I found myself grateful for it, anything to keep my mind off what waited for us inside.