- Knox ~

His eyes continue to glare at me in the dark, the whites of his eyes almost fluorescent yet they aren't as predatory as before. Aren't promising me death like when I returned his daughter covered in blood. Now there's concern edged in the corners as they narrow before his voice whispers out from the darkness.

"Come with me."

"Where are we going?" Hesitation kicks in, how much did he exactly witness. Was I walking to my own death, like a lamb for slaughter. It was easier to dispose of body in the middle of the night, I would know. "We need to talk, in private." He grunts out, his back turning on me and I have no choice but to follow his lead.

I follow him, my intrigue heightened as we walk back downstairs, towards the deathly quiet location of his office. Even I can see how odd it must seem that I entered her bedroom in the dead of night. I had no place to be in there, I was the alpha trainer, a mentor to his sons...what business have I got being near the pack princess.

He moves to his desk, switching a small lamp on before moving to a sideboard and picking out two small glasses. He reaches for a bottle of whiskey, before pouring us a glass each...moving to hold one out for me to take.

I wasn't much of a drinker, I suppose I didn't really have the need to reflect back on the day. I'm usually too exhausted from remaining active that sleep falls upon me very easily. Or it used to. I learnt a long time ago that alcohol has a way of bringing nightmares to your dreams.

I don't need the warm burning sensation of whiskey...well not usually but I can't deny I knock it back a bit too easily. It's been a hellish day and as Alpha Hector pours me a second glass...I take it gladly.

"So, how do you find my pack?" He asks before slowly sipping on his own whiskey glass as he moves to sit behind his desk.

"Like a fortress." It's the truth, I've never seen a pack like it. Not one sign of an error.

""You've visited every part of it?"novelbin

"Not every part."

"Oh?"

"The armoury...." I respond, sitting back on the small couch, my hands gently rocking the whiskey glass. He's not directly getting to the point which means I'll be here a while, best make myself comfortable. Doesn't look like I'll be getting any sleep before training in a few hours.

"Not even pack members can visit there, let alone outsiders."

"Why not?"

"You know why not." He gives me a look, yes of course I know why.

"Yes, I'm surprised you let your own daughter have access to weapons...with a weapon vault in the very basement of this house."

"Josephina needs to protect herself." I choose to black out the image of her asking me to call her by her real name as I was deep within her. The hint of a flush entering onto my cheeks at the memory.

"With silver bullets? You think silver bullets are the best way to keep her safe?" I can't stifle the scoff that escapes me, his eyes glowing with a slight fire at my words.

He sits back, his crossed hands lifting to his mouth as he scans me carefully. Taking his time, maybe taking his time for my sarcasm to calm down.

"You've been questioning my pack members." A low rumble emits from his chest, his eyes watching me for my response.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" I move in my seat, not because his stare affects me but because I'm trying to act like I have no idea what he is talking about. I didn't know he knew that, I thought my questions had been careful. I suppose it highlights the strength of the pack that the pack members reported it to their alpha.

I make a mental note to be mindful of what I say in front of the pack members from now on. Ironically the one person that I've been trying to find information on, seemingly the only person to keep our situation a secret. The only one not to run to the alpha.