KIENA

"What are you going to do about his allegation? Do you even seriously believe that a member of your own pack would be sending messages to Dimitri?"

We're standing across from each other in one of the pack's store rooms. I'm leaning against a shelf, with my legs stretched out in front of me. Zedane is the exact definition of composed.

He has his shoulder propped up against the wall beside the door, his legs slightly extended, and one ankle crossed over the other.

"Maybe not necessarily one of the loyal ones." He responds like he's not really troubled by the idea of one of the people in his...