ALISTAIR
I was seated in Arthur's office, ready to give the weekly report when Austin alerted me to an urgent matter that required our attention. I called him over so the three of us could discuss it together.
Moments later, Austin entered the office. "Alpha, Beta," he greeted, bowing his head before taking a seat beside me.
"I received a report from Max," Austin began, his posture stiff, hands clasped behind his back, head low. "Deacon's been spotted near our pack's border. Our wolves gave chase, but he slipped away and disappeared into the woods. We couldn't track him down, so we pulled back."
Austin's tone was respectful but laced with frustration, the weight of his words clear. He was third in command, a rank below mine, but his responsibilities were just as heavy.
"Alright, the
