Trigger

Vinorca Jona POV My eyes narrowed as I looked toward the person who had called my name, and I was totally unable to recognize the man standing in front of me. His face didn't trigger anything. No memory. No familiarity. Nothing. How does this man know my name? Do I know him? It was all confusion, and I knew it showed plainly on my face. I was damn sure about that. "Who?" "Aren't you Vinorca?" he asked. I nodded, because sure, I was. But that wasn't the question here. Who was he? That was the part that mattered. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?" Panic had already started creeping in, and now this man was only making it worse. My chest felt tight, my nerves stretched thin. I was in Dante's office building. How could there be someone here who knew me? Did Dante talk about me? No. That was nearly impossible. Dante didn’t talk about me. Not like that. "You don't know the beta of your pack?" Disappointment crossed his face, sharp enough to catch me off guard. I froze. I had just been thinking