|Theodore|
“Alpha.”
The low, measured voice pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up from the worn pages of the book in my hands, my gaze landing on Manuel standing at the doorway. His expression was grim, the urgency in his eyes unmistakable.
“We have a situation, Alpha,” he said, stepping forward.
I immediately set the book aside, my senses sharpening. “What happened?”
Manuel exhaled, his posture tense.
“A message just came in. The pack is in chaos.” His tone was even, but beneath it, I caught the weight of his concern.
I stood, my full attention locked onto him. “Explain.”
“Someone from the council is openly questioning Killian’s authority,” Manuel began, moving further into the room. “They want to know why he’s acting as if he holds the Alpha title. Your absence these past mon
