Alpha Enzo’s POV
The sun hadn’t even climbed halfway across the sky when my study door creaked open with a knock that told me one thing—Rowland was early.
As expected.
I didn’t bother looking up. My fingers kept flipping through the parchment-lined report Kael had compiled last night—meticulous, detailed, and exactly what I needed to verify troop positions and border strength. It wasn’t until I heard his boots cross the threshold that I finally shut the file.
"Rowland," I said, gesturing to the leather seat across from me. "You’ve either come early because you’re desperate or bored."
The older Alpha chuckled, his salt-and-pepper beard twitching slightly as he dropped into the seat. “You wound me, Enzo. I’m neither. Just a man trying to hold his pack together.”
I raised a brow. “I ass
