Ashton:
I leaned against the wall of his father’s office, the heavy oak desk between them. My father, the Alpha of our pack, sat back in his chair, eyes steady and unyielding. I was used to the weight of those eyes, but today, I had a request—a subtle push to something I had been thinking about for days.
"Father, I think it’s time I visit the neighboring pack. Check in on the volunteers, the progress they’ve made," I suggested, trying to keep my tone casual, though I knew the real reason behind my request was anything but.
My father raised an eyebrow, giving me a long, appraising look. "You've been keeping an eye on the volunteers reports, haven't you?"
The question cut through the air like a blade. I stiffened but didn’t flinch. "I want to make sure everything is on track, in person,
