CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
The scent of fresh ink lingers in the air as I stride into Silas' office, my heart pounding not just from the exertion of the patrol but from the anticipation of seeing him. The walls are lined with ancient tomes and maps of territories that stretch across the entire room, each meticulously marked with notes in his neat handwriting. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the dark wood of his desk where he sits, immersed in his duties as Alpha.
"Silas," I announce myself, though my voice comes out steadier than I feel.
He looks up, his brown eyes instantly sharpening as they take me in. "Aria," he responds, his deep voice causing a flutter in my chest. "What brings you here?"
"Rogue wolves," I begin, stepping closer to the desk which fee
