Brax POV
Brax was sitting in his office, preparing for the emergency regional Alpha meeting that his allies and neighboring packs had asked for. The rogue attacks were getting out of hand. Something was going on, and Brax had a suspicion who was behind it.
It must be this Alaric character, but how? How was he training rogues? What was he promising them?
Ezra had been doing some digging on him, but with little result thus far.
“Alpha,” Carla, the daycare worker, knocked on the open office door before coming in. “It’s Wrenna... she ran out of daycare again.” She sighed, frazzled.
Brax ran a hand through his hair. His little girl was a handful—cute, but a handful. Just like her mother had been. The thought made Brax smile despite himself.
He honestly loved difficult women—yeah, he was
