Timothy's POV

Six months disappeared faster than I expected.

Now I'm standing in the Alpha's office at pack headquarters, adjusting my tie for the tenth time. The fabric feels scratchy against my neck as Ethan watches from the doorway, amused.

"You're going to strangle yourself," he observes.

"It's too tight," I complain, loosening the knot slightly. My fingers fumble with the silk.

"It's fine," Ethan assures me. "You're just nervous."

"I'm not nervous," I lie. My hands are sweating.

Ethan ...