"Relax," the man said quietly without even looking up. He kept stirring his drink, the soft clink of the spoon against the cup cutting through the low murmur of the café.
"If I called you out, it's because there's something you need to know." His voice was smooth but detached.
Finally, he leaned back, the brim of his cap casting his face deeper into shadow.
Eberhard's jaw tightened, impatience flickering in his eyes. "You'd better start talking, then. I don't have all day." He leaned closer and added in a low voice, "Nobody knows I'm outside the pack right now. I'm not risking being found out, so make it quick."
The man chuckled softly, the sound low and humorless. "That's all the more reason to help my Alpha deal with yours," he said, his tone calm but edged with persuasion. "That way, you can finally do whatever you want without anyone ordering you around."
