Jiro POV

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Good morning, Alpha.”

If someone had told Jiro that he could hear those words regularly without looking behind him to see if the speaker addressed Dane, he would have rolled his eyes. Now, he heard it every morning and it felt as if he’d never been anything else but the Crimsontail Shadows Alpha.

“Good morning, Councilwoman Valentina.”

Councilwoman Valentina pointed to a spot beside her in ...