Alpha Enzo's POV
The scratching of my pen against paper was the only sound in the study, steady and precise as I made notes on the reports laid out in front of me. The numbers were unrelenting—supplies, security updates, the increased costs of expanding the training grounds. Winter was coming, and with it, the added strain of protecting our borders while ensuring the pack didn’t feel the bite of scarcity.
I barely noticed the knock until it came a second time, firm and measured.
“Come in,” I said without looking up.
The door opened, and Beta Ash stepped inside with that calm, unshakable presence of his. He held a cream-colored envelope in one hand, the seal pressed with an elaborate golden crest. Even from my desk, I could catch the faint whiff of perfume clinging to the paper.
“Weddi
