Alpha Enzo's POV
I leaned back in my chair, pen tapping lazily against the edge of the paper I’d been reviewing for the last fifteen minutes. The numbers blurred together sometimes, but I didn’t mind. It was quiet, peaceful—well, peaceful by my standards. Beta Ash sat across from me, legs crossed, his sharp eyes scanning through his own stack of reports. I liked working with him because he didn’t chatter unless it was necessary. And when you run a pack, unnecessary chatter is the one thing you can’t afford.
I set the pen down, finally pulling my gaze from the paper. “Bryan’s changed,” I said, the words coming out like a casual observation but holding more weight than I let on. “Grown mature over the past few months. You notice it?”
Ash looked up, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner
