Xavier Delanor,
“The Alpha, the southern territory has been attacked by the Rogues. They damaged one part of the fortress!” Beta Ronan placed the files on the desk and looked at me.
I leaned back into the chair. Just an hour ago I had returned home after finishing three meetings with the council delegates regarding border taxation, trade permissions between the allied packs, and the ongoing dispute over territorial reinforcement funding. The discussions had already drained my patience, especially with the council still restricting direct retaliation against the Rogue Land despite repeated violations.
And now this?
My jaw clenched as I looked up, “Again?”
He flinched visibly. “Yes, Alpha.”
I stared at him. He lowered his gaze, avoiding mine.
I scoffed, dark and cold, “So, as soon as
