{MIRA}
As soon as the door closed, Asher straightened and cleared his throat. "I am not unfamiliar with Irving's brand of violence and torture. I have told Shiloh that I can have people available for you to speak with."
"He mentioned. Thank you, but I'm good." Cocking my head, I studied the alpha. Bracken Wraiths was the smallest of the packs, but that didn't mean that Asher was the weakest of the alphas. From the little that I had seen, his pack was a tight-knit community, and between how far his brewery and distillery distributions reached, I knew that they weren't lacking in money. Still, there was something odd about him. Something I couldn't quite decipher. "What makes you familiar with the things Irving likes to do behind closed doors?"
