THIRTEEN PART 3

As he strolled through the halls, his footsteps echoing softly, Grayson found himself cornered by "Aunt Lenny." The expression etched on her face was a rare sight, one that only a select few had ever glimpsed. Lenore Breslin was not the type to display fear openly.

Her scent stirred a mix of unease within him. It wasn't precisely fear, yet it lacked the comforting or pleasant qualities he had come to associate with scents. When he had lunged at her earlier, forcefully pinning her down, her scent had remained unchanged. There was no trace of distress or fear. However, whatever she needed to discuss with him now seemed far more urgent than being tackled by an enraged werewolf.

Grayson positioned himself to lend a keen ear to her words. "Shall we adjourn to the boardroom? I also have a matter to discuss with you."

She nodded in agreement, and he guided her to the room where his Alpha brother presided over both pack and family meetings.

"Quite exquisite, isn't it?" she commented upon ente