Caleb
Aaron stood beside the window, keeping a watchful eye on who entered the building. Beau had placed the pack under amber alert, which meant that everyone had to remain in their homes and await further instructions.
The Alpha's office was situated on the top floor of the town hall; it had an ample view of both sides of the road. From the ceiling to floor wooden paneling that adorned the walls, the warped distorted window panes, the old western style furniture, and the mounted horns behind Beau's high-backed leather chair, it was an archetype of all thing’s country.
Mal blew out a forced breath through puckered lips. "Man, I hate waiting," he grumbled to himself.
Zach scrunched his lips, nodding in agreement. He mirrored the same agitated look as his brother-in-law, tapping his fing
