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smooth the impatience from my face and flip through the dossier again. We've been waiting in here for at least ten minutes, but Mika shows no signs of getting up, so all I can do is fidget in my seat.
    Two months, and they're finally gonna let me go out and kill somebody. I was starting to think that Donovan was gonna make me stay on guard duty around the mansion for forever. I sigh and smooth my fingers over the folder. No, he wouldn't do that. But even though he made the jump from me guarding to collecting pretty quickly, he hasn't let me go out and do it a lot. There's a fine tremor of adrenaline and excitement running through my body, and I haven't been let out enough to tame it. Sparring with Mika every day doesn't help, either, though I have to admit I've never had such a skilled sparring partner for this long before. Someone who's interested in sparring and not kicking the shit out of me every time he can.
    I relax a little, and I see the corner of Mika's mouth tilt up. Bastard. I swear he does this stuff on purpose. I sigh loudly and slump in my seat, slinging an arm over the backrest even though my spine doesn't like the angle. I can be patient.
    But five minutes later, I'm fidgeting again and shooting Mika glares that he ignores just like everything else. The man has the patience of a saint, I swear.
    I open the dossier again. Rogue male from a southern pack. Late twenties, went feral some months back, but no one could catch him. He rampaged through a River and Dust training ground last month, and the whole East Coast has been out for his blood since then. He didn't kill anyone, but a lot of pups and kittens were hurt, and the mere thought of this wolf getting away has my hackles up.
    "Down, boy," Mika says, his hand descending onto the back of my neck. I subside. "You'll get your chance, just give it a few minutes. Donovan got held up in a meeting."
    Donovan? I glance at the door as if the thought will summon him. Why is Donovan going to brief me? I look at Mika as his hand returns to his lap, but there's no answer forthcoming from there, I know. I snort, but he still doesn't do anything, and I reel my impatience in. Deliberately trying to provoke my trainer, even one as patient as Mika, is always a stupid move.
    But still. Why's Donovan briefing me? I've gotten the impression over the past few weeks that Donovan's personally managing my bid, but I haven't got any sort of clear indication until now. Normally, Mika would be the one to brief me and send me on my way; trainers generally have total control over the bid of the wolf they're training and only report to the alphas or head enforcers for major decisions and recommendations. Trainers are hugely powerful within a pack that has an open bid system like Deepine.
    Footsteps echo down the hall, and I bolt upright and ignore Mika's chuckle. Donovan strides through the door and smiles when he sees me and Mika waiting. "I'm sorry I'm late," he says as he comes closer. Mika and I stand, and I tap my fingers against the dossier, even more eager to go now that Donovan's here. He laughs and grabs the back of my neck to reel me in so he can sniff my neck. Why does he keep doing that?
    "He's been wiggling about for the last twenty minutes," Mika says, laughing briefly. I glare at him and hope they mistake the blush on my face for irritation rather than embarrassment.
    "There's not much else I have to tell you," Donovan says, still hanging on to my neck. It's a habit of his I can't get used to. No one in Silverlight touches me unless they have to. "We know he's going to be within that area tonight, but not specifically where." He gives me a warm smile. "I have every confidence you'll do well."
    "I'll make you proud," I murmur and lower my eyes, less out of habit this time as much as an attempt to save face. It's just all the smiles and general happiness that follows this alpha that I can't get used to, that's all.
    "I know you will," he replies with perfect certainty. He