Bryan's POV
I had barely settled into my chair when Henry stepped inside my office. His face carried that firm look he always wore whenever something serious was about to be discussed. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries, just dipped his head in respect and said,
“Alpha, word has come from the borders. Delta Atlas is on his way here.”
I straightened, brows knitting. “Atlas?”
Henry nodded, his tone calm but clear. “Yes. He made no attempt to hide his arrival. He’s here to discuss the increase of ammunition supplies and… strengthening our defenses.”
I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly on the table. Atlas never came without reason. The man was Enzo’s shadow in many ways, his right-hand enforcer, his errand runner and his spy when needed. If he was coming here personal
