Rocco walked down the hallway with his shoulders squared and jaw clenched. He could already smell them; their scent invaded his personal space like bad perfume. He could tell exactly who stood waiting in his office with anger they could barely control enough not to let it leak into their scent. It foretold of the nature of the discussion that was awaiting him.
He sighed and momentarily considered avoiding them and doing out into the forest for a long run. It was only seven in the morning and he already knew the day would only get longer after this.
He pushed open his office door without preamble and stormed in. The six people in his office all straightened, training their eyes on him but holding their tongues. It was an instinctive reaction to his alpha authority. It wouldn’t
