“You’re certain?”
This feels like madness. Why would Maverick do something like that? And then, not even tell me? I may not be experienced in all the things a Beta needs to be, but I’m fairly certain the movement of funds from the pack’s critical centers is worth, at least, a mention.
Mom just spreads her arms out in a look-around gesture. It makes sense why she requested a volunteer service and not a paid one. But it’s still hard to believe.
“Where is the money going?”
“Goddess if I know. I’m not high enough in the chain to question the king.”
I hear her underlying message. She may not be able to ask questions, but I can.
For the first time, Maverick has some explaining to do, and I won’t let him weasel his way out of it, either.
“Well, I’m here now. Let’s get this place back together.”
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