Moonstrike Pack. Morning.
“I’m tired of just sitting around,” Arwen’s voice came softly but firmly from the doorway of the office.
Zion lifted his head from the pile of documents spread across the desk in front of him. A faint, amused smile appeared on his face.
“Bored, hmm? I thought Luna Moonstrike had her own duties to attend to today.”
“I’ve finished checking the kitchen inventory and the supply of medicinal herbs,” Arwen said, closing the door gently before stepping inside. “So, from now on, I’ll help you with your work.”
Zion leaned back in his chair, his expression playful.
“Help me?” he repeated teasingly. “Are you sure you even know the difference between a tactical report and a strategy map, hmm?”
Arwen crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t underestimate me, Alpha.”
