Lynden was half asleep as he let his visitors inside his home. The current shift he was put on him had turned him into a nocturnal creature. He didn't do days that started before one. He was beyond groggy, grumpy would be the better adjective especially when he hadn't wanted to be all that involved in this whole case. Lynden had only been the messenger, its not like he knew anything that was going on.

The two were probably there to keep an eye on him as much as get the pack out of trouble.

"There's a guest room adjacent to the bathroom, kitchen-living room." He pointed in the direction before really opening his eyes to get a look at the couple. They were stunning, the kind of couple that would turn heads. His intimidating personage really made her stand out as gentle and the approachable one. While he was very dominant, enough that a suggestion would have someone jumping to it as if it were an order, she was just as protective and dangerous. "Do either of you want some coffee?"

"Yes please," The woman said with a polite smile, "It was kind of a long drive."

Lynden noticed the man was growing unhappy with Lynden's lack of manners. His wife wasn't too fond of Lynden's greeting either. Well it wasn't as if Lynden was too enthusiastic about werewolves and he hadn't really wanted one, let alone two, inside his home. Being grumpy and a little bit rude was a better alternative than his other reaction upon being told that he was going to house some unwanted guests.

Caffeine helped a lot. It took off a lot of the edge.

"The pack hasn't been heard of for months now," Charles said getting straight to business, "Do you have any idea as to why?"

Lynden shook his head, "I could only tell you that four or five months ago the men I work with who happen to be werewolves took leave for quite some time. I'm sure with a little investigation all pack members did. Javier, he's the one that gave me that personal number, made any suggestions that none of them were allowed to ask for help. They're all scared, and it isn't their alpha they're scared of."

"What do you think it is they're scared of?" Anna asked, she seemed to be going over a few things that could keep a whole pack of werewolves frightened and in its control.

"Isn't that why you two are here? To figure it out?" Lynden refilled his mug, "It could be a fae, but they all locked themselves in the reservations, it could be a witch, or perhaps a vampire? There are plenty of things out in the world."

"Are you possibly one of those things?" Charles asked his expression was difficult to read.

However, Lynden didn't need expressions or emotions to read people. The man was curious why he couldn't figure out what Lynden was. He was also trying to figure out if Lynden was any sort of danger. These were the kind of things that Lynden couldn't pick up while on a phone. All he needed to do was be in the presence, a conversation with the person made it easy. A sort of empathy that he had always had, since he was born.

"What I am is not relevant to the reason you are here." Lynden replied, his posture a little rigid. "I also am not willing to share such personal information. I'm an alley, and that's all you really need to know right now."