Tiberon entered.
"Where is my Beta and Beta Luna?" he asked. "I am down a Gamma and now my Betas."
Serena stopped, her body freezing mid-motion with a document suspended between two fingers at an angle that suggested the page had been in transit from one pile to another and had been halted in the air between them.
Her Alpha had asked a question and to answer, she needed to exit Alpha speed and engage at a human pace.
"Hale fainted last night," she said. "And again a few times this morning."
"Hale fainted," Tiberon repeated.
The repetition was flat. Inflectionless. Carrying the specific disbelief of a man whose Beta was six foot seven, two hundred and forty pounds, had survived wars, dungeons, sieges, and Thor Crushturn, and had apparently lost consciousness in circumstances that Tiberon had yet to learn and was already suspicious of.
"Yes," Serena replied.
"Serena, you failed to tell me this." Dex set his report down.
