Quinn
On cue, the phone’s ringing pierced the calm of my office. I winced and gathered my wits. “Alpha Quinn,” I answered.
“Quinn, you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve had lesser wolves’ heads for such behavior.” His deep, authoritative voice filled the line.
You can’t take my head without causing yourself a lot of trouble, though, can you, old man?
Once upon a time, I revered my grandfather. His stoical and powerful presence had impressed me as a boy. He favored me and spent a lot of time with me. Over the years, I noticed how poorly he treated others, especially those I held dear. The respect I once had for him became irreversibly eroded. My father always said, ‘You got the measure of a man by how he treated those beneath him.’ This was quite a statement from a former tyrant alpha, but it
