Ryan P. O. V
The Next Morning
“Food shortages in the Central Plane... complaint from the Native Wolves about Exiles stealing their resources… and this, another dispute over territory issues."
I sighed, my brows furrowed as I read through the pack report.
“How come there are so many pending issues?” I asked but didn't bother to look up, just kept flipping through the pages of the reports on my desk.
The silence that followed made me pause, and I raised my head to find Ashford staring off into space.
“Ashford.” I barked, making him jump.
He blinked, finally focusing on me. I angrily tossed the report in front of him, waiting for a proper explanation.
But he just continued staring at me like he didn't understand a word I just said.
“I was asking how you could let these issues
