AUTHOR'S POV
Beta Lucas stared at the towering stacks of manila folders dominating his desk, a sharp migraine pounding behind his eyes.
The Pack Headquarters felt like a suffocating tomb. While James abandoned his Alpha duties to chase a ghost across the city, Lucas was drowning in the blood and ink of the fallout. He stared at the endless sheets of hospital bills for the injured border guards, the incident reports from the latest rogue skirmishes, and the glaring gaps in their perimeter defenses.
The heavy oak door to his office swung open with a soft click.
Toby, a terrified junior pack member, stepped into the room clutching another thick stack of logistics files against his chest.
"Beta Lucas, sir," Toby stammered, his eyes darting nervously toward the overflowing desk. "The quart
