Logan
The Alpha King’s study was filled with worn old books and held the lingering smell of wood smoke from his dying hearth. The air always felt a little heavier here, as though the weight of the kingdom had seeped into the furniture. It weighed on me acutely as I stood waiting for his verdict
He didn’t look up right away when I entered, just nodded toward the empty chair in front of his desk and steepled his fingers.
“You summoned me, Your Majesty,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. I was good at putting on an appearance of calm. I often had to, as the pack’s leader.
He finally raised his head. His expression was unreadable as always, but there was something new behind his eyes. It took me a moment to identify that it was something soft and worn.
“I did,” he said. His voice, as
