Arlene's POV
My grandfather's study is insane. First edition volumes and comprehensive encyclopedias cover every conceivable subject, their spines creating a tapestry of secrets along the walls. These collections suggest there's far more happening here than anyone has bothered to inform me about. The public files I finally managed to obtain sit scattered across the mahogany desk, but with Wina Harley lurking just beyond our pack borders, those documents will have to wait.
Shelly arranged for several key figures to join our emergency meeting. Mr. Warner prowls around the room like a caged predator, his interest piqued the moment I mentioned potential research connections to his own work. That simple comment was all it took to secure his cooperation. He'd been ready to tell me exactly where I could shove my concerns after I refused to let his medical team examine me.
