I'm at the Alpha's mansion bright and early the next day – a bit earlier than usual, in fact, because I want to review my notes before our physical. I wave to Roger on my way in the door, who gives me a cheerful but guarded wave back.
He's still nervous, obviously, and I can't blame him. I haven't yet figured out what to do about Charles and Charis, but I'll need to think of something soon. Kent is looking into it, he says, which I appreciate. But we can't linger too long.
I'm wondering if I'll need to step in and do something myself, if Kent can't come up with a plan in time. I hope not – I rely on Kent and the gang to keep me safe, at least for now. I don't want to piss him off, or betray him, or make him think I'm not on his side.
I am on his side. I just have to be on Charis's side,
