Alpha Jake sat behind his desk, a flash of lightning illuminating the room through the glass window. The storm outside was relentless, the rain hammering against the panes with unyielding force.
Luna Sierra left the bed, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor as she walked up to him. "The rain hasn’t stopped since earlier," she said, her voice tinged with concern.
Alpha Jake remained focused on the papers in front of him, occasionally picking up his pen to jot down notes. His brow furrowed in concentration, the flickering light from the storm casting shadows on his stern face.
Sighing, Luna Sierra approached him. "Are you listening to me, Alpha?"
Finally, the head of the pack lifted his gaze, his piercing eyes meeting hers.
"The first reading from Sana Azalea stated our pac
