I motion to Fred to follow me when he approaches closely. I lead him toward the woods, as I prefer not to have this conversation in the office. I have a simple question to ask him about not being able to smell his mate scent. I begin to mull over everything once more, noting how he answered my questions at dinner but never delved deeper. Reflecting on what Abbs and I discussed this morning, it makes sense that if he grew up as a rogue, he wouldn't be very talkative.

I pay attention to his breathing, and it falters. Apparently, I'm talking aloud again. Confident that we're far enough away...