Mason

I sift through the reports littering my desk, each a testament to the Wild Rose Pack's relentless pursuit of tradition and strength. My fingers brush over papers detailing combat training progress, patrol schedules, and boundary disputes with a focus that belies the disgust I harbor for matters beneath me. The office around me is a fortress of wood and leather, a stronghold fitting for an Alpha who has clawed his way to dominance. Yet even in this sanctum, annoyance simmers ...