× Trix ×
I'm in my office, trying to get through a stack of paperwork that seems to have doubled overnight. Gosh, it's tiring being having so many businesses as a human and taking care of a pack as a wolf.
My mind keeps drifting back to the council meeting, to Dixie, to everything that's been going wrong lately. I rub my temples, feeling the stress up my muscles.
Just then, Ryder walks in with a parcel in his hands. I’m relieved to see him. I had requested some documents earlier, and maybe this would finally take my mind off things.
“Hey, Ryder. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong, dude?” I say, looking up.
Ryder doesn’t answer immediately. His face is pale and his eyes are wide. Something is off. Way off. He places the parcel on my desk but doesn’t open it.
“Spit it ou
