Logan's POV
My carriage stopped in front of the Wolf Moon pack house a few hours later. This month's Council of Alphas meeting was scheduled to be held here, a tradition that rotated among the twelve Alphas. It ensured that each hosted at least once a year. Unlike last month’s meeting, I felt a thrill of anticipation.
At last month's meeting, I remembered being in the heat of things, being threatened from every corner by the Council to produce an heir. But things have changed for the better now.
I climbed down from the carriage, my boots crunching on the gravel path. As I approached the pack house, the large double doors swung open, and I was greeted by the pack's Beta, a tall, stern-faced man who bowed respectfully.
"Welcome, Alpha Logan," the Beta said, stepping aside to let me pass.
