uncer 292

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FAYE

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The silence between us didn’t feel empty–it felt loaded, like everything unsaid was pressing

in from all sides.

Alexander stood across from me, his posture rigid, his expression blank. The office felt too quiet now, stripped of Kyle’s presence, stripped of movement, stripped of distraction. Just the two of us and the decision hanging between us.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then Alexander exhaled slowly, the sound controlled but heavy, and I knew this wasn’t going

to be easy.

“This is becoming a problem, Faye. It’s getting out of hand.”

He looked frustrated, but so was I. And I wasn’t going to back down now. I had already gotten on his nerves. I might as well get what I wanted out of it.

“You’re putting yourself–and the pack–at risk over someone you don’t know,” he continued. A stranger we found at our borders. Someone we can’t identify, can’t scent, can’t classify.”

I opened my mouth instinctively, but he lifted a hand slightly.

“Please, let me finish.”

I closed my mouth, forcing my hands to stay still at my sides.

“This isn’t about whether I trust your intentions,” Alexander said. “I do. But intentions don’t stop things from going wrong.”

He turned away slightly.

“You stopped them from carrying out my orders,” he went on, then turned back to face me.

Because you were about to send him away, my mind whispered.

Because if you did, I’d never get answers.

“And you did it because you want him to stay here,” Alexander said, “inside pack territory, while

you figure out how to prove something even you admit you can’t fully explain.”

I swallowed.

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He wasn’t wrong.

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“You’re asking me to keep what appears to be a human inside the pack house,” he continued, his voice low, “where wolves live, train, and move freely. Do you even understand what that means for him?”

Yes, I thought immediately.

I do… and that’s the crazy part.

“If he really is human,” Alexander said, “then every day he stays here puts him at risk. One slip. One loss of control. One wolf who reacts on instinct instead of reason.”

My chest tightened painfully.

“And if he’s some kind of spy, or bait,” Alexander added, “or something else we don’t understand, then I’m risking the safety of every wolf under my protection.”

That was the heart of it.

This isn’t about authority, I realized.

It’s about fear–quiet, calculated fear.

Fear of what happens if I’m wrong.

I shifted, the weight of my own certainty pressing harder now. I wanted to tell him that I knew -that I felt it deep in my bones–that the boy wasn’t a problem he had to worry about.

But feelings didn’t secure borders.

“You’re asking me to gamble with stability,” Alexander said.

I felt that.

I lived inside that truth every day as Luna.

I took a step forward, wanting to close the gap between us, ready to speak–to explain.

“No,” he said.

I stopped.

He walked behind the desk and sat down, folding his hands together. When he looked at me again, his eyes were calm, but the weight behind them was unmistakable.

“Have a seat, Luna Faye.”

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The title hit me unexpectedly–not like a command, but like a boundary.

For a second, I hesitated.

Then I understood.

This was him grounding the conversation where it needed to be–exactly how I had started it. He was matching my energy.

If we were going to talk about pack safety, then we had to talk as leaders.

I walked to the chair across from him and sat down, my back straight, my hands resting in my lap.

Alexander nodded once.

“You invoked your role,” he said. “So let’s speak plainly.”

I braced myself.

“I won’t deny that keeping him here creates tension,” he continued. “Wolves are already uneasy. They sensed something wrong the moment he was brought in. Even without proof, instinct reacts to uncertainty.”

I knew that. I’d felt it in the halls, in the way conversations quieted when I passed.

“Fear spreads faster than facts,” Alexander said. “And when fear spreads, peace is the first thing to suffer.”

I nodded. “You’re right.”

“If word gets out that a human is being housed in the pack house,” he said, “some wolves will see it as compassion. Others will see it as recklessness. And a few will see it as an opportunity.”

I felt self–conscious now. I clenched my fingers together.

Because he was right.

Silence fell again.

I felt the weight of his words settle over me, heavy and undeniable.

And still…

Something inside me refused to let go.

“I understand,” I said quietly.

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He watched me closely.

“I know the risks,” I continued. “And I know what it looks like from the outside. But I wouldn’t

be here if I wasn’t sure there was more to this.”

Alexander’s jaw tightened slightly.

“You’re asking me to trust something you can’t explain.”

“Yes,” I said simply.

The word surprised even me, but at least I was being honest.

He studied my face for a long moment, as if searching for doubt.

I didn’t give him any.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair.

“This is the first time you’ve ever pushed like this,” he said. “Not for comfort. Not for sentiment. But because you believe something is being missed.”

He paused for a moment.

“And because of that,” he continued, “I’m willing to give you a window.”

Hope flickered–but I stayed still.

“I’ll allow the boy to remain here,” Alexander said. “For now.”

Relief washed through me so strongly I had to steady myself.

“But,” he added, lifting a finger slightly, “this isn’t open–ended.”

Of course.

“You’ll keep him isolated,” he said. “Minimal exposure. No wandering. No unnecessary contact.”

“I will.”

“You’ll ensure he doesn’t become a source of tension or curiosity.”

“I promise.”

“And you’ll have three days,” Alexander said. “Three days to give me something tangible. Something that justifies keeping him here without endangering the pack.”