The day goes by in a blur of phone calls and paper shuffling. Everyone thinks that being the Alpha and Luna of a pack is all glamorous. That we get to give orders and everyone else carries them out. But the truth is, it’s more like being the CEO of a company. We have to do a lot of networking in and out of the pack, completing paperwork, and understanding a little bit of every single job that happens in the pack. It is mentally exhausting and by day’s end, I’m wiped.
It isn’t until Brandon walks in, bare-chested and covered in sweat, that Zak and I realize that we have been on the phones to other packs for hours. We’ve made good headway and have several prominent packs pledged to our side, but there are several hundred packs in America. We’ve got a long way to go.
Brandon leans ag
