Chapter 51
Lenora
"Who's the first on our list?" Cameron asks, walking on my right, Simone matching his pace on the other side.
"Mr. Kesari," Simone says, flipping through a small notepad.
I blink. "Kesari? Now?"
Cameron nods once, firm. "No time like the present."
Mr. Kesari is the head of the local clinic—technically just a clinic, but functionally our entire pack's main medical center. He's also on the council, in charge of health. He's brilliant, prickly, and terribly overworked. If we're starting with him, Cameron means business.
"Lenora," Cameron nudges me with his elbow, "you know where he is?"
I scan the crowd. Mr. Kesari is never far from his mate when he's not buried in work. Mrs. Kesari, with her soft grey streaks and sharp voice, is easy to spot—currently chiding a pup who's taken three steaks too many from the truck. Sure enough, Mr. Kesari is nearby, arms crossed, quietly watching the chaos like it's giving him heartburn.
"There." I point.
We walk up together.
