Alpha Devon Vale;
"A-Alpha, Devon?" The young man calls, and I come back to the present.
"…That's all?" I ask, trying to ground myself in this, and the young man nods.
"Yes, Alpha."
I grit my teeth. Of course it is.
That's always all.
Fragments. Half-truths. Dead ends dressed up as effort.
My patience thins as I feel the slow tightening of something I do not tolerate.
Incompetence.
"You have told me nothing new about the boy himself," I say as my gaze lifts to him fully now.
Cold and direct.
"You have told me about where he stood," I say as I finally pull myself off the table and walk towards him.
"But in all this, you haven't told me who he is," I add, and he stiffens.
"We are trying, Alpha—"
"I am aware of what you are trying," I reply, taking care for my voice not to rise.
It doesn't need to.
The room shifts anyway as my pheromones bleed into it.
"What I am questioning," I continue. Completely closing the gap between us,
"Is your ability to succeed," I add.
