Bryan's POV
I was dead asleep when someone shook my shoulder hard. I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head. Whoever dared disturb me at this hour clearly had a death wish.
“Bryan,” a deep voice said firmly. “Wake up.”
I cracked one eye open and glared. “Beta Henry, for the love of the moon, it’s too early for this.”
He stood by my bed, arms folded, brows arched like a lecturing elder. His expression screamed no-nonsense, but I still wasn’t impressed. I rolled over, dragging the blanket with me.
“What time is it?” I muttered, my voice raspy with sleep.
“It’s time you were already awake. The council elders are waiting downstairs,” he replied curtly.
That made me crack both eyes open. “Council elders? Right now? You have got to be kidding me.”
“I don’t joke,” he said flatly. “Alpha
