It's midday, and Grayson has a tone of Pack work to get through. He is calculating weekly allocations of the Pack's financial resources, or in other words, deciding how much money goes where in order to get things done.
He is in his office, seated at his desk with focus and determination written on his face as he types the day away. He's used to this, overworking himself... it's how he managed to get his Pack to where it is today...
But he only wishes that his success could've been shared with someone along the years... with her...
His Mate...
His heart is broken... by the one person he thought wasn't capable of doing such a thing. But he's used to the disappointment. Over the two years of waiting for her, he grew impatient, but that didn't mean he didn't want to find her... he thought
