“With that said, can I see the painting?” Blenda requested, her hand stretched out toward Shane, in a beckoning pose.

Shane looked at Peter, wondering if he should go ahead to fulfill the woman’s request. Even though his Alpha had agreed to a temporary affiliation with the ancients, he would only answer to his alpha, one he could trust.

 

“Go ahead, Shane. Give it to her. I am curious as to what she could find in the picture. But a heads up, we already searched the picture for bugs, and there were none. So I doubt you will find anything there, ancient.” Peter surmised.

Blenda cocked her head to the...