~VARG
The high-end digital clock on the wall of the master suite hummed silently as I fastened the silver cufflinks of my dark, custom-tailored charcoal suit.
The early morning sun was fully awake now, carving sharp, geometric lines of light through the heavy glass panes and exposing the floating dust motes in the quiet air. My internal wolf was already pacing restlessly beneath my ribs, running on a high-velocity momentum that had nothing to do with the upcoming Council briefings or the arrival of the northern territorial leaders. The blood of leadership running in my veins was throbbing with an intense, possessive finality, demanding that I check the perimeter lines of my own household.
I stepped out of my private wing and walked down the long, carpeted residential corridor, my heavy
