Lenore
Astrid whimpers as we walk out of the hospital. ‘Oh, be quiet,’ I chuckle at her. ‘We’ll see them later. They aren’t going anywhere.’ She says nothing and keeps sulking.
I push her to the back of my mind so I can focus on work. I had spent most of the morning with Tyrell, Garth, and Frederick in the cells interviewing the prisoners. Despite using his royal alpha tone, Tyrell got very little from the men. All they did was plead for their families, which Tyrell promised to help.
I start to whistle softly as I approach the house. Frederick is standing out front with Lana. They appear deep in conversation, and I hate to interrupt them, but Lana smiles at me and waves me over.
“Hey Lenore,” she waves and trots o
