Benedict's POV
I remained seated as the door sealed shut behind my sentinel, the subtle click of the latch echoing through the stillness like a gunshot.
"Report," I commanded.
He snapped to attention, hands locked behind his back in that rigid military posture they all defaulted to when addressing authority.
"I've been monitoring the witch Genevieve since dawn, Alpha. Her behavior appears completely normal. Nothing suspicious whatsoever."
I sank deeper into my chair, leather groaning beneath me as I analyzed his features. His gaze flickered to mine briefly before darting sideways. Back to me. Away again.
How fascinating.
Rising slowly, I approached him with deliberate steps. Each footfall calculated to maximize the psychological impact. His already tense frame somehow managed to stiffen further.
"Understand," I said, keeping my tone deceptively mild. Nearly paternal. "Everything we do serves our Alpha's protection."
