Dante leaned back against the leather seat of the black SUV, irritation simmering under his skin.
He stared at his phone, jaw ticking.
Another message from Elisa.
Short. Dismissive.
Sorry. Was busy. Talk later.
He tossed the phone onto the seat with a scoff.
Ajax, sitting opposite him, cleared his throat carefully. "Boss?"
"What about the mole?" Dante snapped, voice sharp enough to cut. "Any updates on Elisa?"
Ajax, used to his moods, didn't even blink. He scrolled through his second phone and scrolled through, reading a message.
"Last time I we communicated, that was this morning, he said she's fine. Thriving even."
Dante stiffened. "Thriving?" he echoed, voice low and dangerous.
"Yeah," Ajax said in a careful tone. "Apparently, there was a pack meeting, called by the beta, concerning the rumors and the way the pack had been behaving. The pack was scolded it was emotional and shit."
