Kieran:
"Talk," I said, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through anything unnecessary.
Jasper didn't waste a second.
He moved toward the central table, placing his tablet down before tapping the screen a few times. His usual easygoing demeanor was gone, replaced by the focused and serious version of him.
"We started digging into Charles earlier this morning," he began. "Background, history, connections - everything we could find."
I folded my arms across my chest, bracing myself. There was something in his tone that told me I wasn't going to like this.
"Charles' parents died when he was two," Jasper continued. "In a rogue attack."
My brows pulled together slightly. That wasn't unusual. Tragic, yes - but not uncommon in our world.
"He was raised by his grandmother after that," Jasper added. "He has no siblings, no other relatives. It was just him and hus grandmother living in their pack town."
I nodded once, silently urging him to continue.
