Griffon’s face darkened.
He quickly typed back. [That’s not a funny joke.]
The response was almost immediate. [It is not a joke. I don’t know who you are, but based on the messages I read on here, you don’t sound like a great guy. If you want to find her, you can go to hell do it.]
His heart stuttered. No that wasn’t possible. He opened the door and looked at Andre, who was visibly flustered and upset, a rare occurrence for his a*sistant.
“What happened?” he demanded, the gruffness and worry his wolf was feeling infusing his typically rigid tone, though he managed to keep the rest of his reaction calm.
“Alpha… `Stella just called to tell me that Ms. Palmer pa*sed away at 2:19 p.m. yesterday…”
After Andre finished speaking, he looked up at Griffon.
He didn’t know if Alpha Knig
