Mira's POV
I'd expected Rowan's office to look the way he did during pack meetings, controlled and precise, everything arranged exactly where it belonged, nothing out of place. That was the version of him everyone saw, the Alpha who commanded rooms without raising his voice, whose composure never seemed to crack no matter how tense the circumstances.
So when I stepped into his study one afternoon to leave a report he'd asked for, and actually looked around properly instead of simply passing through, I stopped in the doorway, genuinely surprised.
It was a disaster.
Maps covered nearly every surface, some pinned to the walls, others rolled loosely and stacked in precarious towers against the bookshelves. Books lay open in multiple places, forgotten mid-read, their pages marked with whate
