Logan's POV
I was sitting in the study when a reluctant Marcus came wandering in. He looked pale and distraught. I looked him over. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what was wrong with the normal cheerful Beta. "What's going on?" I asked him a bit impatiently.
"Well," he said a bit quietly, raising his hands as though in surrender "don't shoot the messenger okay" he continued, handing me over a piece of paper.
I huffed at him and looked down at it. In neat cursive writing, it read.
Dear Alpha Logan and Alex
It would be much appreciated if you would join Bethany and Johnathon (your mother and father) in case you have forgotten who we are, for dinner tonight to discuss something of vital importance to do with the pack.
We await your reply and would appreciate a prompt response.
Reg
