"Mister Memon," she replied, extending her hand to shake his. She made sure to smile, even if she had a feeling he was as uneasy as she felt.

After all, Derek's sudden departure left a strange imbalance -- or lack thereof -- among the werewolves of London. Before, she'd been able to rely on at least the alpha's personal support, even if he didn't speak for his pack in that regard. Besides, well... Leaving those who trusted him for protection? It didn't sit well with her.

"I hope you're doing well."