How long did it take to make a simple phone call? I paced while I waited for Uncle Mar—for my mate (damn did that feel awesome to call him that) to get through speaking to my dad. I couldn’t quite believe we were at this point. Sure, Caspar had forced our hand by going to the phoenix representative on the council. Did he really think that would work? That I would have just dropped Mar for him because he thought he had some kind of claim on me? Gah, alphas were a pain in the ass sometimes. I’d never once…