As predicted by Luna Cara, the inevitable knock came a few hours later. The firm, measured raps against the heavy oak door of Alpha Taylor’s office carried an unmistakable edge of urgency.
"Come in."
The door swung open, revealing Delta Damon. Dressed impeccably in his usual warrior’s attire, his leather vest polished, his posture straight, he exuded confidence. But Alpha Taylor wasn’t fooled. He could smell the unease simmering beneath the surface.
"Delta," Taylor greeted evenly, motioning toward the chair across from him.
"Alpha," Damon responded, dipping his head respectfully before taking a seat.
The air between them was thick, both men sizing each other up like two wolves ready to clash over territory.
A moment of silence passed before Damon forced a casual chuckle. "What an une
