Richard

I let him be when he refused to talk to me. There was no use trying to argue with a stubborn wolf who refused to see logic.

I stood up and walked out of my office, slamming the door harder than necessary. The evening breeze greeted me like a slap, crisp and cold.

“My king,” Mike greeted with a respectful bow, his voice steady but laced with a hint of caution.

Mike—one of the most trusted and skilled warriors in my pack. Loyal, disciplined, and deadly when needed. If there was ever ...