Chapter 13. His Wolf Says Mark Her

Weston's POV

"Checking the rota," I said. "For the men I trained—old habit."

"At eleven at night. In the dark." Marsh took off his reading glasses and folded them. "You always were a conscientious boy."

He didn't get up. He didn't call for the sergeant. He just looked at me across the little office with that kind smile, and I understood that I'd walked into a room he had been sitting in for an hour, waiting to see who came.

"Keep the page, Weston," he said. "I read it at seven this morning. I read all of them at seven now. The midnight habit was your father's idea of me, not mine."

The torn paper in my coat felt suddenly very heavy.

"Morrow," Marsh said, turning the name over like a coin. "Cedar Run. A good, solid, unremarkable family. I met t