Jo-anne POV
West was sitting in his office, at his desk, dressed quite formally for this hour of the day, wearing a soft grey suit, a black dress shirt and a white tie; pack colours, she thought absently. He must be off to a meeting this morning. Though she had noted, while here, that he always seemed to dress nicely, suit pants and either a long sleeve or short sleeve dress shirt, she hardly ever saw him dress casually in jeans and a tee-shirt, only seemed to dress down for training.
T.J. closed the door behind them, for privacy. No surprise on that front, West would not want his pack overhearing this conversation.
He stood up when she walked into the room, surprised her more than a little; why he would do that? When he was the Alpha, usually people stood for him. “Have a seat, Jo-anne
