(Draegan’s POV)
Finishing the preparations for this year's run has drained nearly everyone in the pack. Colt and I headed down the hallway toward our brother Draven’s office for one last short meeting before the outside pack buses arrived at our base in a few hours.
Stopping in front of the large mahogany door, I knock three times—our usual signal—letting our eldest brother know it’s us.
A moment later, his calm, authoritative voice calls from inside.
“Come in.”
I push open the office door and see Draven seated behind his desk, wearing thin black-framed reading glasses as he studies a stack of documents. As always, the surface of his desk is buried beneath paperwork—reports, schedules, and assessments that seem endless no matter how much he works through them. The kind of responsibil
