Alpha Ronan’s POV
Days passed in a blur. I was yet to get word from Darius concerning when I could establish control over the western ridge. Despite that, pack duties kept me busy from dawn until dusk. I had to work on new patrol schedules in preparation for the most awaited event, which I actually dreaded.
A week after our return, I called Kane to join me for our routine border inspection. The formality helped ground me, the familiar ritual of checking boundaries and speaking with patrol guards a welcome distraction from the thoughts that plagued me.
We were checking the northern perimeter when Kane's phone buzzed. He checked it, his expression changing instantly.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Information about that... matter you asked me to look into." His eyes flicked to the nearby guard
