Ghian
The morning everything changed, Ghian had shown up to their usual rendezvous point after an exhausting morning trying to balance the requests of half a dozen of his pack members with the resources he had access to. He’d gone to see Razoi for comfort, or at least a distraction, but he’d been so distracted already that he had only spotted him only a few feet ahead when his friend had cleared his throat.
It'd taken him even longer to understand what was different, which put his claims that cats had better sense of smell than birds to shame. Razoi was an alpha.
They stood there, watching each other warily, for what seemed like ages.
“You need me to show you my neck or something?” Razoi had asked at last, his right eyebrow raised meaningfully.
Ghian had laughed, used to his friend’s
