Devon
I picked up my glass and tilted what was left of the golden liquid into my mouth. I could barely taste the dry flavour of the magically enhanced whisky, much like I could barely register the colours in the office around me. Everything was dull and meaningless.
Picking up the next paper on my desk, I forced myself to focus on the words printed on the page. It was relating to the function Megan was planning. I'd given my permission, but I'd heard very little about the mate ball since Sofia had left me. I glanced at the date, and realized that it was set for tomorrow. How had it snuck up on me like this?
No one had directly mentioned it to me. My brother, Megan, and basically everyone else in the pack were all tiptoeing around me, and why not? My wolf was unpredictable, and my contro
