Richard
I let him be when he refused to talk to me. There was no use trying to argue with a stubborn wolf who refused to see logic.
I stood up and walked out of my office, slamming the door harder than necessary. The evening breeze greeted me like a slap, crisp and cold.
“My king,” Mike greeted with a respectful bow, his voice steady but laced with a hint of caution.
Mike—one of the most trusted and skilled warriors in my pack. Loyal, disciplined, and deadly when needed. If there was ever a threat lurking beyond our borders, I trusted him to sense it before it struck.
“How is the perimeter?” I asked, my voice cold and clipped. “Any signs of rogues or unwanted movement?”
“No trespass.”
“Good job.”
After confirming that the perimeter was secure and everything was in order, I turned t
