Thorne drafted out the notice in his office. It was to be delivered to the soldiers quarters concerning his need for a new beta.
A date would be set, and all the interested wolves would attend, sparring against each other until the winners from each group competed for a chance to be trained personally by him. Then he would choose a beta from them within a month after judging their skills in combat and delegated leadership.
After penning down the last sentence and stamping the document, he sighed, having accomplished that task.
“Jameson,” he called, and his office door opened as one of his guards answered.
The guard marched toward his outstretched hand and bowed sharply before taking the envelope.
“Deliver this to the Captain of the Guard. I expect the preparations to commence as soon
