Zeke’s father called just as he prepared to pick up Ava. Zeke normally called him when he was ready for the weekly check-in calls, usually after lunch, but his father had called an emergency conference meeting because the rogue attacks had increased in the past couple of weeks.
It pissed Shadow off. He had marked the whole territory because he considered it his. No one in the pack dared to dispute that, even though the current Alpha was alive and well. The rogues didn’t dare attack when he was home; it only happened when he was too far away.
That was one of the reasons he was anxious to graduate and take over from his father. Nobody feared Ezra Michelson anymore, but they were f*****g terrified of Shadow.
He paced the room while his father and his Beta and Gamma, Derek’s and Myle’s fat
