Mason's pov
The weight of the day lingered heavily on me as I walked back to the pack house. The confrontation at Kiana’s home still played over in my mind, but there was little time to dwell on it. The responsibilities of the Alpha seat were unrelenting, and there was no room for hesitation or distraction. Yet, as I crossed the threshold into the quiet corridors of the house, a familiar unease settled into my chest. Something was waiting for me.
I entered my office, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the desk lamp. As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes fell on a single envelope placed in the center of my desk. My heart sank. It was the same as before—an unmarked envelope, the paper thick and expensive.
I picked it up, my fingers brushing the scent of ink and wax. The weight of the l
