Dylan’s Point of View
The morning sun slanted through the tall windows of my office, streaking gold across the papers on my desk. I’d been buried in work since dawn, anything to keep my mind off the whispers echoing through the pack. Even after the announcement I made that no one would disrespect Elsa or Lila rumors still stirred like smoke, thick and hard to contain.
A knock sounded on the door. “Alpha, the Luna is asking for you,” my beta said.
My mother. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Whenever she summoned me like that, it wasn’t a casual chat—it was about Elsa.
“Tell her I’ll be there,” I muttered, standing up.
Her chamber wasn’t far, but I still took the long way, needing the walk to gather my thoughts. I knew what she’d ask. She wanted to know what came next what I pl
