GreenelookedatSeathacross the room. They were in Greene’s bigger office, and it had a slight staleness to the air, proof of the lack of use. For some reason the threshold didn’t blow it away, and every once and a while, Seath would capture a twisted smile on Greene’s face when he too caught that it was still there.
“Even the Pack House wants to tell me things today,” Greene said when he noticed Seath watching him.
“What things?”
Greene sighed and sat at the large table in his office. Instead of an office outside the library of the pack, as Seath had, this was a large room filled with a library section, a conference table, and Greene’s desk.
“We will get to that, but first I want to hear about the Fae.”
Seath leaned back in his chair. “Well, anti-climatic maybe.” That had been his take, also shared by Luke and Caine.
“How so?”
“They came to the coven, as I said, and Serepta said they did lend their energy to the room, but not directly. We held a breakfast for them the next day, and they had almost no questions for Lycan, which surprised me. I tried to get out of them if they knew who he was or anything useful, and they just wanted to talk about the touch point.”
Greene gave a thoughtful rumble. “What did they say about the contract?”
“Nothing. They didn’t even want to see it. That one reads more like a Treaty, but they didn’t even bring it up. They just thanked us for breakfast, for the hospitality, then asked to go by the touch point on their way out.”
“That’s it?”
Seath smiled. “Well, the flowers around the Pack House about tripled in size and number of blooms after they left.”
Greene sighed. “Well, I’m sorry you didn’t get more information, Seath. But, we can only assume they got whatever it was they came for.”
“Or we will soon find out that they didn’t. Although . . .” Seath paused. “I don’t feel the other shoe is about to drop or what have you. Whatever business they have, it feels done. At least for now.”
Greene nodded, telling him he did well, and then they shifted the topic to other items until they had been at it for hours.
“We need to talk, Seath. Alpha to Legate.”
Seath frowned. “Alright. But I thought you returned for Tremon.”
Greene rubbed his head. “I did. I would never leave you to face whatever this is alone. His visit is in two weeks and as Pack Alpha, I need to be here. I’m insulation between you as the subject of his wrath, and you as leader of the Pack.”
“You are Alpha.” Seath’s neck moved easily to bare to Greene.
“Seath . . .” The large bear shifter looked out the window for a moment and Seath had to remember how old Greene actually was. He looked mid-thirties or forties, but the long lives of shifters meant he was much older. There was something different about him though. A lightness maybe.
“Do you remember Renee?”
Seath started. “I do, barely. I was a cub, but I remember what she looked like.”
“I know I don’t talk about her. We were not fated, more of a political match than anything. Still, I had hope it would turn to love.”
“Did it?” Seath asked, curious at the turn the conversation had taken. Greene never spoke to him about Renee, and since he had been gone to the Council, they rarely had talks like that at all.
“She passed before we could know. We were lucky to have Celine.”
Seath nodded. The Alpha’s daughter was in the pack of her mate now.
“You have a different path, Seath. I see it just being here for a few days.”
Seath frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“You have a fated mate. An omega that has already changed the feel of the Pack and for the better.”
Seath nodded. “But our Pack always thrived under you.”
