~Maxwell~

(The Next Morning - Nightshade Pack)

I sat in the study as I looked at the documents in front of me. Papers were scattered across its surface—reports from border patrols, complaints from pack members, requisition forms that needed my approval. The tedious, mundane work of running a pack that never seemed to end.

I rubbed my temples, as I felt a headache coming. I couldn't fall asleep as I knew that I needed to create strategies in order to run the pack.

The pack sensed ...