_Calden’s POV_
The morning started with the unfortunate sound of my assistant's heels clicking urgently across the marble floor of my office. I didn't look up from the contract I was reviewing, panic in subordinates was nothing new, and I'd learned long ago that acknowledging it too quickly only made it worse.
"Alpha Calden," she said, her voice tight with barely controlled anxiety. "We need to discuss the forum situation immediately."
I set down my gold-plated pen and glanced at her with mild interest. "What forum situation?"
"The post about Luna Zarelle. Sir, it's... it's everywhere."
I pulled up the pack forum on my computer, scanning the post that had apparently caused such distress. Zarelle's words were direct, factual, devastating. Photos of Thessaly and me, evidence
