Alpha Enzo's POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of my study, casting golden streaks across the polished wooden floor. I sat behind my desk, absently twirling a pen between my fingers while my gaze lingered on the map spread out in front of me. The week-long event was approaching—an annual tradition that brought our allies and neighboring packs together for strategy talks, combat demonstrations, and, truthfully, a bit of posturing.
We had to appear united. Strong. Untouchable.
The door creaked open, and I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Ash walked in with his usual quiet authority, Kael followed with a slight limp that he tried to hide, and Atlas sauntered in last, his grin annoyingly casual.
“You called?” Ash asked, setting down a few scrolls an
