Talon POV
Watching the skyline of the city really did wonders for Talon’s mood, shifting it from downright sour to almost tolerable the longer he watched the clouds
drift across the waning moon.
Despite having the lap of luxury sitting right at his fingertips, it had started to feel less and less like a gift and more recently like a noose had been slowly, but steadily, tightening around his neck the longer the days rolled by.
As the alpha of his pack, there came certain responsibilities that could only be pushed off for so long before consequences started to come knocking down his front door. Mostly due to the fact that his pack was eager to get the ball rolling more than most.
He’d never been one to shirk his duties in the face of change, but he’d felt the need to hold back from the
