Brandon's P.O.V.
I was sitting in my office, leaning over a folder of pack business. I hated doing these things, but I knew they needed to be done in order to keep this pack alive. The mutts sure enough wouldn’t come and help me do it anyway. A knock on the door made me lift my head from all the papers.
FINALLY!
“Come in.” I growled in my Alpha voice, to which the door opened and a woman stepped inside.
“Where the hell have you been all this time!” I screamed at her, as I stood up and slammed my fist on my desk. The woman, however, looked at me and didn’t seem intimidated in any way by my dominating facade. She just raised her eyebrows, as she looked at me.
“Working, doing what I was hired to do by you.” She spoke, as she took off her hood. Making her pitch black hair fall down, f
