KLAUS’S POV
The sun had barely dipped below the treeline when I stepped out of the council hall. My head throbbed—a relentless, drumming ache—from hours of territorial negotiations and border complaints. Every Alpha in the region wanted more land, more resources, more control. No one ever wanted to compromise. Typical.
The weight of leadership pressed down on my shoulders, heavier tonight than usual. I rolled my neck, trying to ease the tension coiled in my muscles, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it. The last thing I needed was another distraction, another problem to solve. But something—some deep, instinctive pull—made me stop. Like fate wasn’t done with me yet.
I answered. “Hello?” My voice was rough, exhaustion lacing every syllable.
“H-Hello,
