*ALBERT’S POV*
The rusty hinges on the diner door whined open with a groan as I ushered Nora and Ashley inside. The neon sign flickers outside, casting a warm, almost honey-gold glow over the worn red booths and checkered floor. It wasn't much, but then again, extravagance wasn't exactly in the Nightshade pack's budget these days.
"Alright, let’s get something to eat and then we can go talk to the Alpha," I said.
"Cozy," Ashley said, scouting a booth near the back. "It’s small but cool."
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, my voice tight with nerves, “My father owns this place.”
Ashley nodded, her expression curious. "You seem tense. Everything alright?"
I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Yes, it’s all good,” I said, “It's just that I haven't seen my father in years. And now, with
