Freya’s POV
The hum of the office printers seemed louder than usual. Papers rustled, heels clicked against the floors and employees discussed in hush tones as I walked into Orson’s office.
"Hey Alpha," I sat on the seat across from him. Ever since the meeting or the appearance of the goddess wolf, he'd been a little bit distant. He had his eyes on a file so I turned my attention to the television that was mounted on the wall. The channel was boring so I switched to a news channel.
Just like they said, if you enjoyed peace for a while, a storm would always find their way in.
The television mounted on the wall suddenly blared with breaking news. A reporter’s urgent tone cut through the air: “There has been an attack near the southern borders…” My body went stiff, Orson who was
