Roldan’s POV

Pulling on my pants with hurried, frantic motions, I try to make sense of the message delivered moments ago. Summoned—my own mother had requested me for an urgent matter. That alone feels bizarre. I’m the Alpha; it’s me who calls others into meetings, not the other way around. Nothing dire should require my attention. Our pack thrives—peace reigns, resources grow, and no crises loom overhead. Everything is as it should be.

A deeper thought ...