EZEKIEL
One of the unspoken perks of being an Alpha is the never-ending parade of duties that come with the title. For the past week, I've been on the road negotiating inter-pack relations, finalizing treaty terms, enduring council meetings that feel twice as long as they are and when I finally return, I'm met with a rogue incursion threatening Grey City.
We caught several of them before they could breach our borders. But rogues are nothing if not loyal. They'll take a beating, bleed out, even die before giving up the name of the one pulling their strings. Still, the important thing is that we stopped the attack.
I tap Ronan on the shoulder, already weary of the interrogation room's stale air and the stubborn silence of our captives.
"You should get some rest." He tells me.
Rest. The
