Chapter Twelve

“Here they are.” I placed a handful of sketches I’d torn from my sketchbook in the centre of the mahogany desk.

“These are great, thanks, Sophia.” Alpha Devin spread the pictures out over the table and Alpha Allison chewed on the end of her pen.

“Okay, this is the one of Dennis in the forest the night Devin found you.” She placed it at the top left corner of the table.

“This looks like a cloud of dust, like when Jasper appeared.” We all stopped for a moment to look at him after Alpha Devin’s observation, but he remained standing upright with his arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s a story for another day.” He brushed it off, clearly unhappy with the inquiry.

“That’s number two.” Alpha Alison lined it up beside the previous one.

“Do any of the scenes look familiar to either of you?” Alpha Allison bit her lip and looked between both of us and I hesitated for a second before pointing to an image.

“This one, The day Jasper and I bumped into each other in the forest, his eyes lo